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Astral Ark

by Richmond Harding

and then, as if to sing a lullaby or union tune, she plucked, like harp, the silky strings of light she shone upon this island shell, and so we heard a vibrant, cosmic sitar drone….. a sound at first like ten thousand worker honey bees, as two giant bears appeared, climbed down they did from ‘mongst the stars…..”I send you friends” whispered Moon ..

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Arthur Brown: The God of Hellfire….and man of peace – reviewed

by Richmond Harding

His vocal display is a wonder.. this man is 68! But he still has a full, throaty voice, a thick red wine, which hits the high notes in a blistering blast as he dances like a man of even half his age, a nimble Pied Piper, or Pan…

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Ana Silvera, Hannah Masters-Waage and Absinthe – an accidental review

by Richmond Harding

A night then, of indefinable culture…all Gitanes….and Absinthe glasses….a Sally’s ‘Cabaret’

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The Astral Battle

by Richmond Harding

..bitten by DESPAIR and SLOTH, i fell wounded, venom coursing though my blood… whilst Mukunda and Moonglow wrestled best they could with ENVY’s evil head….it was Bumble though, who saved me, as in the instant he saw me fall, ANGER had reared his mighty head, the killing blow deliverance…had he not been STUNG by bee….

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Julian H Cope at The Firestation – reviewed

by Richmond Harding

At last, the waiting is over, he steps on stage, ACID DRENCHED AND SILVER SKINNED, a comic book hero, biker king, a self-styled messiah, stretching, preacher thin, hidden eyes surveying the “mosh pit” below with a threatening stare, a wolf amongst the sheep….

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Hubble bubble toil and… Hitchin!

by Hannah Masters-Waage

With a pinch of creativity here and a dash of experimentation there Hitchin’s Lab produces a very entertaining open mic.

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The Astral Hydra

by Richmond Harding

like children on holiday they awoke….. Mukunda, swami form sniffed clean, clear air, and Humble Bumble buzzed….like excited buzy morning bees will buzz….and, after buzzing each “hello” he was off…..and ZZZZZzzzzz… a blur into the morning sun….Mukunda yawned, and began to make a breakfast, unlevened japati …bread, fruit and leftovers from the caravan…. The fire, [...]

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The Astral Storm

by Richmond Harding

By morning time the white wyrm had wound about the trunk of healing, dryad tree, he bit with teeth of vampire need, and sucked the sap that flowed like energy and made its way through open, gaping, wounded heart, until she bowed before his hold…

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The Astral Shell

by Richmond Harding

“No” replied the patriarch, “she would simply drown, just as it was when she was found…the pond in which she lay, was simply made from tears…..no, she must be returned into the very sky, directly…by your hands….there is no other way to light the sky again…”

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The Astral Ashram

by Richmond Harding

i breathed a sigh of sudden relief……’ it was not i who took the moon from her bed amongst the stars’ i exclaimed….’i found her drowning, in a pool of the darkest waters…..she called to me……and as i reached as far into the waters as i dared, our eyes were met….take me with you she sang……wherever you will go…….i will follow you and light your way…’

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The Astral Caravan

by Richmond Harding

On the great journey through the forest, we stopped awhile, and there spied, in the most wondrous glade, the stall of Essence…..messrs Arden and How….. “purveyors of fine spices” read the curlicue sign…..but i wondered what essence they’d sell….. happiness….. excitement?

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