July 12, 2019

Several people have been emailing me about my 52 Crows project from 2018, so here's a quick update.

When I started the 52 Crows, I never dreamt of turning it into a book, the whole project was just about connecting people (and as I was new to Twitter), I wanted to see...

May 31, 2019

Hello everyone,

You might be wondering what happened to the 52 Crows project?

Due to a series of events I am putting most of the illustrations up for sale and wanted to let you know first. If you are interested in purchasing anything please let me know and email me at bo...

“What manner of beasts are you?   Do you not know who I am? I am The Oracle, the speaker of all the words of wisdom that were ever spoke; only now struck down by Odin to remain silent for ever more.

the crow died t_h_i_s_ _i_s_n_'t_ _a_ _p_o_e_m_ _a_b_o_u_t_ _s_u_s_p_e_n_s_e_ _ or murder it is about a bird falling into the wrong space six feet northwards

Once upon a hushed moonless night, a Queen in a far away land gave birth to her fourth consecutive daughter.  The King loved his wife and daughters, but was troubled without a male heir, as to who should rule at the end of his reign.

All his daughters were good and...

They called him crow. Those lackwit boys at the Conservatorio, Paolo and Riccardo. Tenors with sugared voices and decayed souls. Mocking his voice, his corvid croak. Mocking his pain. The fire. His parents. His sweet little sisters. The door that just wouldn't open.


September 4, 2018

CORVINE, MINE Erica threw her handbag on the kitchen table, narrowly missing the stained teapot and one of Suzie's seven cats that lay curled against it. She hated having to come to her sister's sty and was never sure whether the taint of ammonia in the air was...

I stared at the crow at our picnic and knew he was the same crow who swung on the pirate cage as the grey sea roiled beneath. He was the same crow who strutted

Twa CorbiesBy Eleanor Mae We watched them arrive, the knight and his lady fair. They glittered in the evening sun, their hound sending lesser birds up in a sta

July 17, 2018

The Crow I knew it was auspicious, this message carrier. The crow, ink black, perched proud and aloof on the tree above his grave.

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