Verses for Holy Week & Easter

SACRAMENTAL POETRY

A new poem by Phillip Neal Tippin: Sacramental Epigenetics

Holy Wednesday by Joshua Alan Sturgill

Praise Him with Clashing Symbols by Jesse Keith Butler

Holy Monday & Lamentations by Mark Mosley

Jacob and Esau by Thomas Barton

Let Him Have Dominion by Rafael Pereira Bianchin

Panagia by Fr. Anthony Gilbert

Saviour by Benjamin Rozonoyer


THE WEEKLY MACHEN … 
will return on Thursday, May 1. For now, enjoy Where Are the Fogs of Yesteryears? by Arthur Machen.

Arthur Machen Mailing List & Limited Stock

ARTHUR MACHEN MAILING LIST

All copies of At a Man’s Table have been sold. I appreciate the support and enthusiasm over the project. In the coming months, I will be issuing a limited softcover edition. If you are interested in receiving notifications on future Machen collections—there are three volumes in active development—please sign up to the growing Arthur Machen mailing list. To do so, please send an email expressing your interest: info (at) darklybrightpress (dot) com.


LOW STOCK

The Terror: Limited Critical Edition:  Only one numbered copy is available.

For each of the following hardcover books, only ten copies (or less) are available:

A Reader of Curious Books

Dreamt in Fire: The Dreadful Ecstasy of Arthur Machen

Mist and Mystery

On Thoughts and Words

NEW POETRY

Thoughts and Words by Joshua Alan Sturgill


THE WEEKLY MACHEN

A Real Roly-Poly Pudding: In the true jam roll or—to call it by its honest old name—roly-poly pudding, the jam is an essential part of the whole, like the ornament in Gothic architecture. It has its place between each encircling roll of suet crust; it is cooked with the crust; it bubbles out rejoicing from the folds of crust when the knife touches it. This is the roly-poly pudding that helped to make us Britons and gave us the might to beat Boney down.

From The Evening News to The Daily Express

SOLD OUT

AT A MAN’S TABLE
Gastronomical Adventures with Arthur Machen

It may be of little surprise to seasoned Arthur Machen readers that the Welsh fantasist who wrote on “the joy of eating,” would have also contributed an excellent, if short-lived, culinary column to a weekly British newspaper. At a Man’s Table collects this material along with supplementary work to provide a survey of Machen’s gastronomical adventures between 1912 to 1938.

This limited hardcover edition is limited to 40 copies.  SOLD OUT


NEW POETRY

Notice the Lotus (A Lyric for Spring) by Joshua Alan Sturgill


THE WEEKLY MACHEN

We follow Machen from The Evening News to The Daily Express for Little Sights of London.

AT A MAN’S TABLE: Open for Preorders

AT A MAN’S TABLE
Gastronomical Adventures with Arthur Machen

SOLD OUT

It may be of little surprise to seasoned Arthur Machen readers that the Welsh fantasist who wrote on “the joy of eating,” would have also contributed an excellent, if short-lived, culinary column to a weekly British newspaper. At a Man’s Table collects this material along with supplementary work to provide a survey of Machen’s gastronomical adventures between 1912 to 1938.

This limited hardcover edition is limited to 40 copies.  SOLD OUT


New Arthur Machen Collection

March 1st: The Feast of St. David of Wales

BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT

AT A MAN’S TABLE: Gastronomical Adventures with Arthur Machen

Darkly Bright Press is pleased to announce the publication of a new collection of periodical work by Arthur Machen. This new volume includes the complete culinary column Machen wrote for The Sunday Express in the late 1920s and additional fugitive pieces.

The collection will be available for preorder on Monday, March 3rd, and is limited to 40 copies.


NEW POETRY

Meditation After School by Joshua Alan Sturgill


THE WEEKLY MACHEN

A Nation in Exile: We pity, I think, not those who are most pitiable, but those who are most helpless. The Russian Church is now offering prayers not only for the soldiers of Russia but for the innocent beasts whose blood is being spilt during the war, they having done no harm. So one pities these poor children, who perhaps understand very little and suffer nothing much more than weariness and confusion; and yet one’s heart goes out more to the little boy of three or four, who clings to his mother’s skirt …