Natasha Sinclair's Blog, page 2

Rush-Hour

The heart thumps in my ears
Bodies squish closer
Brush my hand, my hip, my hair
I shiver
I can smell them
Intermingling molecules
All sweat and too much perfume
The smoke—I could choke
Heart in my throat
Where to look
I squeeze my own hands
Dig broken nails into the skin
Cracks fingers inside the palms
They’re cold and clammy
Another stop
More bodies pile in
I can taste his neck
Scratching stubble
I’ve nowhere to go
An eye catches mine
Don’t!
Please don’t
Don’t look at me
Another stop
More bodies
Less space
I can’t bre...

82nd Worldcon Science Fiction Convention 2024

Brazen Folk Horror will be at the 82nd Worldcon science fiction convention taking over Glasgow, Scotland between the 8th and 12th August! Yes, next …

82nd Worldcon Science Fiction Convention 2024

Werewolf Movie Night

This wasn’t my idea… I don’t think.

Werewolves were mentioned, and it spiralled downhill, uphill, and Zoom!

I’ve never hosted a virtual watch party, so don’t expect this to be well organised. Maybe more attempted organised chaos?

As annoying as online stuff can be, it’s pretty cool to have international get-togethers. Sure, it’s not the same as picking up some videos from Blockbusters and grabbing a Dominoes, but it’s pretty good, eh?

If you fancy a sort of introverted anti-socia...

Brazen Folk Horror Check in

Beltane rolled in with storms, humidity, hot and cold fronts colliding, fires, droughts, floods, and even a sinkhole! Literal and metaphorical …

Brazen Folk Horror Check in

Blip

I met you before
You wore another face
Another body
Same eyes that sparkle and die instantaneously
Warm love and cold hate fight to dominate
The soul fractured as hammered bones and rusted nails
I’m drawn to broken things; my reckless heart hurts with the need to lessen the pain.
Abandoned, I’m magnetised, hypnotised, bewitched
With everything to lose and nothing to gain
I’ll stab myself with all your broken pieces
You don’t notice the blood
You offer life and death in one smooth blink
Crimson reflec...

Book Giveaway

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Tell me in the comments

What is your favourite mythical creature and why

I’ll pick one or two winners on May 1st!

Blooper included — the mythical vulva!

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Love, Peace and All of That

The world is full of pain, ills and wrongs, and I am far from naive. The suffering could consume me, the anger that swells deep in the gut, and I have been in desperate agony and rampant with rage from what I’ve experienced and witnessed. This world is full of sharp edges. It can be ruthless and cruel more often than not. But that cannot and shouldn’t make a home inside the soul. At least not for long. It has to be managed, processed and let the fuck go. We’re only here for a little while. It si...

Broken Home

This term was mentioned to me when my kids’ father and I split up. I knew it would come up but I’ve considered it a lot since. Honestly, I considered it many times before that. Here are my thoughts:

‘Broken Home’ when used as a label towards kids that don’t grow up with birth parents who are in a relationship or married to one another is mostly bullshit. I’ve experienced and know of many far more broken homes where the parents remain unhappily together. They stay together with sticky notes of...

Forked Fist

Forked Fist. Natasha Sinclair. 2023.

Geese Overhead

I’ve recently become painfully aware of patterns I need to destroy. Upon this realisation, I am vulnerable. I hate that. Even as my muscles twist into firmer roots, I’m dwelling in absences between the letters. Sidestepping silences in the peace. I’ve lost my logical mind to other neglected pieces. I swapped suffocation for drowning. The dry field of broken branches and trampled flowers is filling up with rain. A swamp will be made of this ill witch of ill wishes. It’s soul-shattering to conside...