Angelisa Fontaine-Wood (she/her/phd) #amquerying
@angelisawood.bsky.social
...fled hellscapes, virtual and hardcopy, residing now in a shoebox of a garret, under the shadow of a castle. Between these book-lined walls, I read arcana, drink champagne, and write. angelisawood.blogspot.com and ko-fi.com/angelisa
Hey friends🫂🫂 I’ve been keeping something from you… Today, I’m revealing my new book and reading its very first chapter. It’s a story about my life in Ukraine, but told by someone who saw everything very differently. Watch my new video: buymeacoffee.com/angelica.sha...
PSYCHOPOMP & CIRCUMSTANCE won the World Fantasy Award for Best Long Fiction! Congratulations to all the finalists and winners! I’m honored to share this space with you. Enormous thanks to @audthentic.bsky.social for accepting this award on my behalf and reading my acceptance speech so beautifully.
Quick "Am I a Geek" test? Am I a geek if I've listened to this song way too many times today? It's an Old Norse poem from the Saga of Egil Skallagrímsson with added music. www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWtl...
My Mother Told Me (in Old Norse)
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If your book/wip were distilled into a perfume, what would it smell like? #WritingPrompt
Between tick & tock lies a dislocated hour. Home to things with names too terrible to say. In the lost hours, in the gained hours, temporal spirits come through. Between tick and tock, some swear they can hear a soul trapped in time, scratching at glass. #ClocksGoBack
Children without a manglewurzels find other beets or squashes to carve into spirit lanterns for Mad Punkle night. Those with newfangled pumpkins carry them along the lanes like glowing orbs in some coronation procession for ancient kings and queens. – Joanna Vickers, 1982 #VOH
What song the Sirens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, though puzzling questions, are not beyond all conjecture. ~ Sir Thomas Browne, "Urn-Burial" (1658)
It's one thing to count our omens, it's another to talk to them, to listen to their subtle messages. When a corvidae chorus comes calling, I count not on a wedding nor slain knight, but rely on artful augury to make a feathered telling of tomorrow. – #EmilyCBanting, 1982 #WitchSky
We ride autumn's roads wondering if the dappling will be the last of the year before everything becomes naked and grey. We ride and half-hope for a glimpse of those ghosts who used this road long before tarmacadam. The highway as a continuity with the dead. – #DAKilroy
Some streets are observed by a twitching, net curtain network. Others are scrutinised by spirits. Ghosts of the glass responding to soda-lime stasis with stares. They see our comings and goings lived as if there is no end. Let us forgive their jealous watching. – #CJosiffe, 1982
If you're looking for a Halloween extravaganza, join us 30 Oct for Spellbound & enter a world of magic, superstition & the occult at Burlington House. Highlights include Geoffrey Munn OBE FSA presenting a remarkable 16th-C charmstone used for "spirit tapping". www.sal.org.uk/events/spell...
I wrote a list of eleven classic spooky stories to get you in the horror-day mood... www.joanne-harris.co.uk/eleven-horro...
Eleven Horror Stories | Joanne Harris
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If anybody in the trans community in the UK is looking at Christmas and dreading it, or planning to spend the time alone, then get in touch via email: contact@essehouse.co.uk Nobody *needs* to spend xmas on their ones.
Your daily affirmation: Life is what you make it. So make art. Make mischief. Make a hat so weird that no one bothers you on the bus.
Will no one, then, wrap me in cotton wool?
I’m from Ukraine. I hug my cat. I write in the dark. I laugh, I cry, I survive. Because giving up is not an option. #ukraine #ukrainians #cat #ukrainerussiawar #ukrainiangirl
I walk in autumn's boneyards feeling more sympathy for the grave guardians than I do for the corpses in them. Time, weather and man are all their brutalisation. Many will speak for the dead, but few give voice to their faithful lithic lookouts. They need a union. – #DAKilroy, 1982
Delighted with these four hens - the processes they go through - base firing in brown, then white and red enamel, and finally the silver stain firing - these worked out just right! claremaryangreen.co.uk
my birthday soi disant and the fella has come home with the fixings for asparagus risotto for the main dish. Starter: fig and honey and goat cheese in a filo dough crustand crème brûlée for dessert-- oh and a bottle of prosecco
Crows calling against the background of neighbor playing Jacques Prévert's "Autumn Leaves" and that against the background of a bittersweet back-to-school playground's gleeful screeching.
Trois mathématiciennes lauréates du prix Jeunes talents France Fondation L'Oréal-UNESCO 2026 🏆 Félicitations à Brune Massoulié, Claudia Rella et Sonia Mazelet ! Découvrez leur parcours ▶️ bit.ly/4if8666
"We've all been arrested. I leave the books that aren't mine and also some letters that I would like to find again if I come back one day. Thinking of you and Father and Mlle. Arnold, with hugs, Louise"
Louise Pikovsky and her lost letters found
"Weve all been arrested. I leave the books that aren't mine and also some letters that I would like to find again if come back one day. Thin...
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Check out this cool open source tool that removes or disables unwanted AI components like Copilot, Recall, and other AI tools from Windows. 👏 Don't let Big Tech track you!💪🏼 ➡️ www.opensourceprojects.dev/post/c54eaf7...
a recently published story of mine from the Chat Noir collection, now for free in my blog, a what-might-have-been, had cats been involved in the Paris Commune! angelisawood.blogspot.com/2026/10/loui...
"Louise Michel's Moggie or: Jig-a-Leg the Lollygagger and the Communard Cats" by Angelisa Fontaine-Wood
Henri Matisse, Marguerite au Chat Noir, Centre Pompidou Paris 1910 wiki: Thierry Caro At Le Chat Noir’s closing hour, the well-fed poets – ...
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