Saturday, August 23, 2025

Fantasy Poem "At the Wheel"

Fantasy poem "At the Wheel" originally published in the Spring 2010 issue of the print zine Illumen and also published July 2014 in the webzine Aphelion, December 2014 in Aphelion: "Best of 2014", and August 2023 in the now out-of-print speculative poetry collection Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions.

"Tom-Tit-Tot" illustration in image above originally published as part of the fairies and dragons series of illustrations in Flashing Swords Special Edition, Summer 2008.

At the Wheel

The wooden wheel turns ‘round and ‘round
While Tom-Tit-Tot spins wicked spells.
Black fingers twist enchanted threads
To fulfil a fell bargain struck
As whispered words weave tangled webs
Of diabolic enthrallment.

The wooden wheel whirls ‘round and ‘round
While Tom-Tit-Tot spins five whole skeins.
Ebon lips twitch with savage glee
Roused by swaggering assurance
That secret facts and unfound truths
Will remain hidden forever.

The wooden wheel twirls ‘round and ‘round
While Tom-Tit-Tot spins a foul fate.
Foolhardy vows bind mortal soul
As surely as tempered steel chains.
Fair maid becomes a promised bride
Unless she hails that imp by name.

The wooden wheel goes ‘round and ‘round
While Tom-Tit-Tot spins darkling dreams
Grimly conceived in midnight’s gloom.
The wretch drifts off in sinful thoughts
Hoping the lass gives lusty sport
When her pure white flesh is made his.


Sci-Fi Poem "Death's Ship"


Sci-fi poem "Death's Ship" originally published in Aphelion, June/July Issue, July 2011, and also published August 2023 in the now out-of-print speculative poetry collection Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions.

Background illustration above by yours truly. 

Death’s Ship

Swifter than a gamma ray,
Sleeker than a comet’s tail,
Darker than a black hole’s heart,
A grim ship hurtles through space
In search of the cosmic damned.

Constructed from crystal tears
Reinforced with blackened bones,
Propelled by a stream of souls,
That fell craft crosses the void
To bring death amongst the stars.

Carrying galactic plagues,
Spreading stellar diseases,
Fomenting hatred and war,
Death extends his chilling touch
Across the vast universe.

Blazing toward dying suns,
Homing in on condemned worlds,
Soaring through smouldering skies,
The reaper rides a rocket
To collect the cosmic dead.

Fantasy Poem "When Wizards Dream at Night"


Another poem of mine that's been around the block and then some... 

Fantasy poem "When Wizards Dream at Night" originally published Spring 2009 in Vol. IV Issue 4 of Tales of the Talisman and also published March 2010 in the online version of Abandoned Towers, April 2012 in Issue 8 of Shelter of Daylight, and August 2023 in the now out-of-print speculative poetry collection Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions.

Background illustration a reworking of an illustration originally published July 2010 in the online version of Abandoned Towers

When Wizards Dream at Night

While aged heads full of magic rest
Gently upon soft feather pillows,
Magely imaginations run wild.
Released from the bounds of consciousness,
Dreams and notions wander the ether
As shadows of spirit and power.

Adrift across the vast firmament
Like dark tendrils of deeper blackness,
Nightmarish thoughts slowly coalesce
Into fanciful monstrosities.
Imbued with an ephemeral life,
Eldritch beasts battle amongst the stars.

Ebon ranks clash with silent fury.
Tentacled fiends grapple winged harpies.
A dragon’s talons rip asunder
Wispy spectres and amorphous wraiths.
Cyclopean giants wield great clubs
Against hordes of heaving, squirming things.

The savage tides of war ebb and flow
Until an apocalyptic dawn
Disperses the fell menagerie
And the soundless spectacle subsides.
Waking minds rein in the wayward dreams
And call them home for another day.

Sci-Fi Poem "Last Thoughts of a Cosmic Fighter Pilot"

Sci-fi poem "Last Thoughts of a Cosmic Fighter Pilot" originally published August 2011 in the webzine Aphelion and also published October 2016 in the webzine Altered Reality Magazine and August 2023 in the now out-of-print speculative poetry collection Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions.

Background image above by yours truly.

Last Thoughts of a Cosmic Fighter Pilot

Shields and thrusters spent;
Photon cannon dead.
Adrift on the line
As saucers break through.

Warning sirens blare
While fried circuits blow.
Smoke blurs reddened sight
As I think of you.

Recall soft green grass
Beneath our bare feet.
Hear birds sing sweetly
As they welcome spring.

Spy your smiling face;
Taste your loving lips.
Feel heated passion
As my ship explodes.

Cinquain "Writing a Magic Scroll"

Here's another cinquain, this time a fantasy piece, written exclusively for my now out-of-print speculative poetry collection: "Writing a Magic Scroll".

Writing a Magic Scroll

Deft strokes
entrap moonlight.
Sorcerous hand imbues
glowing words and glyphs with arcane
power.

Sci-Fi Poem "Alien Heaven, Otherworldly Hell"


Here's a sci-fi poem that was exclusive to my now out-of-print speculative poetry collection, meaning it hadn't been previously published in a small-press zine or anthology.

Alien Heaven, Otherworldly Hell

Majestic red sun
Hospitable world
Churning pink oceans
Fresh ionized air
Rolling purple plains
Vermillion forests
Peaceful asylum
Welcome paradise

Exhausted blue star
Forsaken planet
Fractured glacial seas
Ravaged atmosphere
Dark craggy bluffs
Jagged ebon spires
Perilous prison 
Frozen inferno

Fantasy Poem "The Lambton Worm"

My retelling of the legend of the Lambton Worm as a series of haiku — poem "The Lambton Worm" originally published December 2007 in the webzine Aphelion and also published in the now out-of-print speculative poetry collection Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions.

Background illustration in above image, "The Lambton Worm", by yours truly.

The Lambton Worm

youthful roguery
Holy Sabbath spent fishing
strange evil hauled in

squirming eldritch worm
a nearby well deep and dark 
fell catch discarded

brave crusading knight
seven long years overseas
folly forgotten

a growing menace
wound three times around a hill
ravenous devil

woolly flocks consumed
every dairy cow drained dry
countryside ravaged

diabolic beast
severed pieces recombine
immortal terror

the castle threatened 
costly daily ritual
destitute estate

lordly dilemma
wise-woman consultation
clever solution

spike-studded armour
bloody fight in the river
the worm defeated

Sci-Fi Poem "Book of Dimensions"


This poem of mine has been around the block and then some! Poem and illustration "Book of Dimensions" originally December 2007 in Niteblade and also published March 2009 in Abandoned Towers, Issue 2. Poem (sans illustration) also published August 2011 in the anthology While the Morning Stars Sing, ResAliens Press, Aug '11, and August 2023 in the now out-of-print speculative poetry collection Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions

Book of Dimensions

by Richard H. Fay

Peruse the worm-eaten parchment pages
Of a forsaken cabalistic tome.
Decipher the faded arcane phrases
And recite an ancient mystical spell.
Sidestep through alternate realities
And witness the wonders of creation.

See bright orange skies streaked with golden clouds
In an odd reversed-spectrum universe.
Spy blue-green swocs feeding on crimson grass,
Then follow a jade-skinned native priestess
As she proceeds toward a black temple
To worship her world's deep violet sun.

Slip softly like a nebulous shadow
Into a shimmering gaseous domain.
Mingle with the pale amorphous phantoms
That glide through the murky grey atmosphere.
Experience existence without touch.
Feel the loneliness of life in that realm. 

Glitter amidst a myriad of stars,
Each one a vast incorporeal mind.
Exchange thoughts and dreams with beings of light.
Learn the greatest secrets of the cosmos,
Just to lose all that heavenly knowledge
As your disembodied soul returns home.

Once the strangely wondrous spell is broken,
Carefully close the leather bound cover.
Place the book back upon its dusty shelf.
Leave the mouldering library behind,
But walk away with a bittersweet awe.
Retain the magic of discovery.


(Originally published in Niteblade, December 2007.)

Friday, August 22, 2025

Fantasy Poem "When Wizards Clashed"

Fantasy poem "When Wizards Clashed" originally published April 15, 2011, in The Absent Willow Review and subsequently published November 2012 in the Nov '12 - Jan '13 Issue of Sorcerous Signals and August 2023 in the now out-of-print double-length speculative poetry collection Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions.
Background details from "When Wizards Clashed" illustration originally published November 2012 in the Nov '12 - Jan '13 Issue of Sorcerous Signals.

When Wizards Clashed

Beyond this quaint mountainside vill,
Above the highest alpine pass,
Atop a brooding rocky tor,
Masters of mystic powers met
And vied for absolute lordship
Over these ruggedly-hewn lands.

Garbed in sable robes trimmed in gold,
Enshrouded by malign shadows,
One mage threatened dark enthrallment.
Clad in weatherworn woollen cloak,
With hands clasped tight ‘round oaken staff,
The other pledged freedom and light.

Angrily stirred by arcane words,
Black clouds gathered about that peak.
A tempestuous gale was loosed
While lightning flashed and thunder crashed.
Protective spells shielded frail forms
As searing bolts smote barren stone.

Savage sparks flared in rageful eyes
As flames shot from the fingertips
Of the tenebrous sorcerer.
His lightsome foe swiftly countered
With a deftly conjured cloudburst
That extinguished the hellish blaze.

The darkling wizard then summoned
A raucous, ravening murder
To peck away his rival’s flesh.
The other called forth proud eagles
Who, with strong beak and sharp talon,
Drove off the belligerent crows.

The ebon warlock rent hard stone
And opened a deepening crack
Just beneath his enemy’s feet.
The mage of light rose right above
That rocky earth torn asunder
While mending words healed wounded tor.

The black mage roused ancient spirits,
Whose inhuman souls darkly seethed
With deathless hatred of mankind.
The white wizard scratched warding runes
Into the mount’s stony fabric
And turned the wraiths onto his foe.

A swirling, heaving, screaming throng
Of fiendishly nebulous shades
Enveloped the mage of darkness
In a churning, choking flurry.
A thousand clawing, grasping hands
Dragged him into endless blackness.

Binding sigil carved upon crag
Tethered fell shades to tall mountain
And made mortal realms below safe.
With foe fallen into the pit,
The white mage departed this land
In a glorious burst of light.


Sci-Fi Poem "My Alien Love"

Sci-fi poem "My Alien Love" (one of my attempts at penning a sonnet) originally published August 2008 in Issue 300 of the webzine Bewildering Stories. Also published September 2008 in Bewildering Stories Third Quarterly Review, 2008 Editors’ Choices: issues 297-307 and August 2023 in the now out-of-print Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions: A Speculative Poetry Collection

My Alien Love

My love’s maroon face lights up the dim night
Whenever she is snuggled next to me.
Her thousand-and-one pale eyes glitter bright
Like starlit sparkles in a wine dark sea.

I take her seven-fingered hands in mine
And swear a solemn promise to be true.
Her sorrel tentacles, so soft and fine,
Pulse with electric lights, both white and blue.

She came to me one clear and lonely eve
As I stared up at the wide, starry sky.
Some call her a beast and say I should leave,
But I could not bear to bid her goodbye.

Must I be doomed to a sad, loveless fate,
When my heart only yearns for a soul mate?

Fantasy Poem "Sorcerous Evolution"

 

Fantasy list poem "Sorcerous Evolution" originally published July 16, 2007, in the webzine The Sword Review and also published August 2008 in Abandoned Towers (online) and August 2023 in the now out-of-print double-length speculative poetry collection Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions.

 I love how I shoved this one chock-full of archaic and obscure words. Yes, dweomercraft is an actual word — I found it in the obscure words section of an old dictionary I had from the early 20th century. Sadly, I had to dispose of that monstrous leather-bound dictionary after living in a "luxury apartment" with a terrible mould infestation.

Sorcerous Evolution

youthful apprentice
mystical studies
cabalistic tomes
amusing cantrips

novice magician
occult tutelage
weird incantations
humble enchantments

adept sorcerer
canny scrivener
dweomercraft volumes
mysterious spells

venerable mage
perilous power
eldritch miasma
nebulous demise

Cinquain "It Eats Worlds"


Cinquain "It Eats Worlds" originally published August 2023 in the now out-of-print Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions: A Speculative Poetry Collection.

It Eats Worlds

Hungry
writhing blackness
blots out the Milky Way
while crushing darkness consumes
our Earth.


Fantasy Poem "Doddering Mage"


Fantasy poem "Doddering Mage" did not previously appear in a small-press zine or anthology but did appear in my not out-of-print poetry collection Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions.

Doddering Mage

Trembling hands
Open arcane tome.
Quivering lips
Speak ancient words.
Faltering voice
Alters complex spell.
Searing bolts
Ignite flowing robes.
Blazing flames
Engulf feeble form.
Swirling draught
Blows drifting ash.

Sci-Fi Poem "Explorers"

 


Here's the first poem of mine to have been accepted for publication in an edited small-press zine, although it's not the first to have been published in such a venue.

Dark sci-fi poem "Explorers", originally published September 2007 in The Fifth Di... and also published June 2009 in the anthology Wondrous Web Worlds 8 and August 2023 in the now out-of-print poetry collection Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions.

Explorers

In the looming darkness of an alien world,
Suns slip down in a lavender sky.
Distant stars blaze on one by one,
As shadows creep forth from labyrinthine hollows.

The scream of engines breaks the anxious silence.
Dust swirls thick in the toxic atmosphere
As a silver ship comes slowly to rest
Upon the chartreuse soil of a contorted land.

Explorers claim the planet as their own
And plant their azure flag in the barren ground.
Brave souls probe the black unknown
And rouse things better left alone.

Sodium lamps cast a sanguine glow
Along the seething banks of a sulphurous stream.
From its murky bed a native leviathan rises,
A savage titan towering over its otherworldly prey.

A thousand green eyes glare with excitement
As the sands are drenched with purple gore.
Survivors scramble for the safety of their ship
As the creature begins the evening’s feast.

Fantasy Poem "An Invitaiton to Elfame"


Fantasy poem "An Invitation to Elfame" originally published August 2010 in Sounds of the Night and also published August 2023 in the now out-of-print poetry collection Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions.
Background image above by jplenio from Pixabay. Free for use under the Pixabay Content License.

An Invitation to Elfame

Come closer, my fearless mortal,
To our home ‘neath this grassy hill.
See silver lanterns strung along
Gleaming chains of finely wrought gold
Glimmer bright with captured moonlight.
Peer between the scarlet pillars
Standing guard ‘round our turf-domed hall
To spy upon deathless lasses
Dancing a manic godless jig.

Join our fete, my handsome mortal,
And leave all human cares behind.
Reel away to an ancient tune
With a fair mistress at your side.
Fall for glamour’s seductive charms
While you kiss the cool crimson lips
Of a ravishing eldritch maid.
Honeyed tongue and bewitching eyes
Weave tangled webs of enchantment.

Drink deeply, my hapless mortal,
Of our heady, corrupting brew.
Feast upon fine foods and sweet treats
That turn to mere dust in your mouth
And mark you as ours forever.
Feel life’s warmth leave your soulless shell
Once that racing heart beats its last.
Lose the grace of mortality;
Become trapped for eternity.

Cinquain "Alien Blooms"

 

Another work that was written specifically for inclusion in my now unpublished poetry collection...Sci-fi cinquain "Alien Blooms" originally published August 2023 in Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions: A Speculative Poetry Collection by Richard H. Fay (now out-of-print).

Photo of daylilies by yours truly, digitally manipulated in GIMP. 

Alien Blooms

Blossoms
an argent hue
turn toward a blue sun
and release a scent pleasing and
toxic.

Fantasy Poem "When I Hear the Mermaid Sing"

 

Poem "When I Hear the Mermaid Sing" not previously published in a zine or anthology but published August 2023 in the now unpublished and out-of-print COSMIC JOURNEYS AND GOTHIC VISIONS: A SPECULATIVE POETRY COLLECTION by Richard H. Fay. 

When I Hear the Mermaid Sing

Oh, maiden of the savage sea,
Your bittersweet song calls to me.
Carried over the churning foam,
Your voice draws me from hearth and home.
While perched atop the surf-kissed rocks
You vainly brush your wavy locks
Unaware of my devotion.
I will yet brave the wild ocean
To be swept away by your charms
And hold you in my eager arms.


Sci-Fi Poem "Infiltration"

Sci-fi Poem "Infiltration" (consisting of a series of scifaiku) originally published May 2008 in Issue 288 of the online zine Bewildering Stories and also published October 2008 in the online version of Abandoned Towers. "Infiltration" illustration by Richard H. Fay previously unpublished in a zine or anthology.

Infiltration

by Richard H. Fay

titanium bones
grow synthetic tegument
deadly creation

human encounter
enables social program
assimilation

government system
accesses secret data
target acquisition

strategic promise
precedes political rise
android accession

artificial man
amongst the ruling elite
assassination


Thursday, August 21, 2025

Nonfiction Article/Essay "The Physical Appearance of the Bloody Redcap as Described by Lore"



While traditional fairy lore often depicts fairies themselves as being ambiguous creatures, especially in regard to their shifting and varied attitudes toward mankind, specific facets of that lore remain crystal clear. One such aspect is the fact that certain fairy beings have traditionally been described as possessing a fairly standard list of distinguishing features. Numbered high among such distinctive members of the fairy realm is the bloody redcap (also called a bloody cap or simply redcap). Sadly, in today’s world, where the importance of such traditional descriptions has faded, folks seem to be losing knowledge of the recognized attributes of this murderous crimson-capped goblin.

A while back, this author ran across the Raven Reads YouTube channel and (being a student and scholar of fairy lore) took special note of the episode featuring alleged real-life encounters with the fay:
https://youtu.be/OQP2P7Wvt-k

Part way through “TRUE Fae Stories in the Rain | Hybrid | TRUE Scary Stories in the Rain”, one tale in particular piqued this author’s interest. Raven reached a piece in which the witness alleged they had encountered a bloodcap [sic]/redcap. Unbelievable as it sounds, someone claimed they actually ran into a bloodcap [sic]/redcap, and lived to talk about it! However, there are issues with this claim.

Beyond the overall incredible nature of the report-in-question, two facts raise great concerns regarding its veracity. Firstly, from the description of the locality (a partially completed brick house and adjacent field somewhere in the United States — mention was made of both rednecks and a town called Kellyville), this run-in occurred far from the usual stomping ground of that nastiest Anglo-Scottish Border goblin. Secondly, the teller’s description of what they claimed to have seen failed to match the standard description of the sort of entity they claimed it to have been. When one consults traditional fairy lore, the first fact is not a disastrous defect, but the second brings the entire fabric of the story crashing down.

While some lore about relocating bogles, bogies, and other less-than-benign fairy entities supports the notion that bloody redcaps (assuming they are a class of goblin or dwarf and not a solitary abomination) might be found outside of their typical habitat and range (ruined towers on the Scottish Borders), there is little to nothing in fairy lore to suggest that such beings have ever varied in their appearance. Actually, according to tradition, bloody redcaps always exhibit a fairly standard look, one that includes certain distinctive attributes. The tale Raven read lacked most if not all of these identifying features.

In Raven’s video, the supposed eyewitness claimed that the supernatural being they saw matched exactly the description of a bloodcap [sic] in a book owned by their Pagan pot dealer. However, that description, of a fairy or demonic entity that appears as a white man possessing large jet eyes and big nose and being dressed in either dirty overalls and shirt with a straw hat on his bald head or an antiquated tuxedo and bad black toupee, does not match any written description of a bloody redcap of which this author is aware. Furthermore, it does not match any illustration of a bloody redcap this author has ever seen. The described attributes of this alleged bloodcap [sic] simply fail to tally with those in traditional bloody redcap lore. That glaring discrepancy is a neon sign screaming out that this story is most likely a mere fabrication penned by an author ignorant of such lore.

So, what have researchers and scholars of fairy lore written regarding the appearance of bloody redcaps? Quite a bit, actually.

Folklorist Katharine Briggs complied a marvellously informative academic-style dictionary of fairies, published in the United States in 1976 under the title An Encyclopedia of Fairies, Hobgoblins, Bogies, and Other Supernatural Creatures. In her entry about the redcap, Briggs included the following descriptive quote from William Henderson’s Folk-Lore of the Northern Counties: “a short thickset old man, with long prominent teeth, skinny fingers armed with talons like eagles, large eyes of a fiery-red colour, grisly hair streaming down his shoulders, iron boots, a pikestaff in his left hand, and a red cap on his head.”

Another work by Briggs, Abbey Lubbers, Banshees & Boggarts: An Illustrated Encyclopedia of Fairies, echoed the redcap description in her earlier work. In this abridged 1979 version of her encyclopaedia for younger readers, Briggs described the redcap as having the appearance of an aged man with wide shoulders, long protruding teeth, thin arms and hands, and sharp claws. She went on to say that a redcap’s feet are typically shod in iron boots while a rust-coloured cap tops its head. She even mentioned the pikestaff held in the redcap’s left hand. In an illustration featured alongside the text, a grim-faced Scottish dwarf with pointed teeth wields a poleaxe and wears a feathered bonnet and iron-clad shoes.

Field Guide to the Little People (originally printed in 1977 and republished in 2009) by acupuncturist and organic gardener Nancy Arrowsmith presented a description of a redcap similar to that presented in Briggs’s works. Arrowsmith wrote that the redcap appears as a clawed, toothy, fiery-eyed, grey-haired old dwarf attired in red hat and heavy boots. Furthermore, Arrowsmith described the redcap as wielding a staff. An illustration of a rather evil-looking staff-carrying cap-wearing elf with sharp teeth, flaming eyes, and gnarled hair, accompanied the entry.

Carol Rose, research member at the University of Kent and senior lecturer at Canterbury College, included the redcap (under the entry “Bloody Cap”) in her comprehensive guide to denizens of the spirit realm entitled Spirits, Fairies, Leprechauns, and Goblins: An Encyclopedia. Rose pretty much followed the previous descriptions of a redcap: a grisly-haired fiery-eyed dwarfish old man clad in a red hat and iron boots and armed with pointed teeth, sharp talons, and pikestaff. As a matter of fact, Rose cited Briggs’s An Encyclopedia of Fairies as one of the sources for her “Bloody Cap” entry.

Even the New Age/Neo-Pagan slanted The Illustrated Encyclopedia of Fairies, authored by Pagan priestess, writer, and illustrator Anna Franklin, stuck to the more traditional description of a redcap. Again, the author described the redcap as looking like a dwarfish old man with sturdy build, lengthy grey hair, fiery eyes, protruding teeth, and taloned fingers. Again, the author mentioned the red hat, staff, and heavy boots.

The Mythical Creatures Bible: The Definitive Guide to Legendary Beings
by Brenda Rosen described the redcap much the same way as did the previous sources — as a dwarfish being wearing iron-shod footwear and red cap (the latter dyed in human blood) and carrying an iron pike. The same can be said for Teresa Moorey’s very New Age/Neo-Pagan slanted The Fairy Bible: The Definitive Guide to the World of Fairies, which described the redcap as a malevolent Border goblin that dyes his cap in human blood. The Ultimate Fairies Handbook by Susannah Marriot also mentioned the redcap’s penchant for dying its crimson hat in human blood. The wonderfully illustrated compendium Faeries by artists Brian Froud and Alan Lee featured a watercolour of a redcap with the now-familiar array of traits: crimson cap worn over a pate covered in gnarled hair, sharp teeth protruding from a large mouth, skinny arms with hands armed with talons, feet shod in iron boots, and left-hand holding a staff-weapon (in this case, an axe or halberd).

Some constants run throughout most if not all the various descriptions of the bloody redcap of traditional lore. According to lore, the redcap’s most prominent facial feature was never a large nose, it was his sharp protruding teeth. The redcap was never bald-pated, he sported a head of grey, often grisly, hair. The redcap did not possess jet black eyes, he (as is often the case with evil entities) had fiery red eyes. The redcap never wore a straw hat or black toupee, he wore his distinctive red cap, one that he periodically re-dyed in human blood. That last feature gave this murderous Border goblin its name — a fairy entity sans blood-dyed red cap should not be called a bloody cap, bloody redcap, or bloodcap. Finally, the redcap often wore iron boots and wielded an iron-shod staff of some sort.

The redcap of lore never looked anything like the big-nosed, black-eyed, tuxedo-wearing entity in the supposedly true story featured in the Raven Reads video. Chances are good that the Raven Reads story is a complete fiction. Then again, perhaps the eyewitness did encounter another type of paranormal being, but it was no redcap. Considering the homicidal reputation redcaps acquired in traditional tales, if the witness had come fact-to-face with one, they probably would not have made it out of the encounter alive. This is especially true if the redcap had been in need of human blood to re-dye his trademark crimson cap! After all, there is a reason they were given the particular epithet of “bloody redcap”.

Note: Although the teller of the tale in the Raven Reads video called the entity they allegedly encountered a “bloodcap” (also “redcap”), this is the first time this author has ever run across “bloodcap” as an alternative name for this sort of fairy being. According to this author’s sources, alternative names for this sort of entity include: redcap, red cap, redcomb, bloody cap, dunter, and powrie. Bloodcap seems to be a new alternative unsupported by the sources.

Sources

Arrowsmith, N. (1977/2009). Field guide to the little people. Llewellyn Publications.

Briggs, K. (1976). An encyclopedia of fairies, hobgoblins, brownies, bogies, and other supernatural creatures. Pantheon Books.

Briggs, K. (1979). Abbey lubbers, banshees & boggarts: An illustrated encyclopedia of fairies. Pantheon Books.

Franklin, A. (2002/2004). The illustrated encyclopedia of fairies. Anova Books.

Froud, B, & Lee, A. (2002) Faeries: Twenty-fifth anniversary edition. Harry N. Abrams, Inc.

Marriott, S. (2006/2008). The ultimate fairies handbook. Octopus Publishing Group.

Moorey, T. (2008). The fairy bible: The definitive guide to the world of fairies. Sterling Publishing.

Raven Reads. (2023, February 10). TRUE fae stories in the rain | Hybrid | TRUE scary stories in the rain. Youtube.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OQP2P7Wvt-k

Rose, C. (1996/1998). Spirits, fairies, leprechauns, and goblins: An encyclopedia. W. W. Norton.

Rosen, B. (2008/2009). The mythical creatures bible.: The definitive guide to legendary beings. Sterling Publishing.
 
(The above article/essay originally appeared May 19, 2023, on the site Classically Educated: A Place for Global Citizens and Polymaths.) 

Sunday, August 17, 2025

“You Can’t Mix Science Fiction and Horror!” Um, Yes, You CAN!

One of the more ridiculous notions floating around in the science fiction writing world today is that you cannot mix genres, especially science fiction and horror. As it was once explained to me by an adherent of this notion, if something with the trappings of science fiction (like the movie Alien) elicits a sense of horror or dread, it is actually horror, not science fiction. What rot! Not only is this type of genre gatekeeping annoying as heck, it also neglects to acknowledge the reality of the situation.

This idea that one cannot mix science fiction and horror seems to be another example of that black and white thinking pervading today’s society. There are no shades of grey, just black or white, this or that, up or down, right or left, science fiction or horror. When you really think about it, such thinking is absurd. In reality, the world is rarely so strictly dichotomous, even in the realm of genre fiction.

Here is a shocking alternative notion: something doesn’t have to be solely one genre or the other, it can be BOTH! You CAN have science fiction horror!

According to definition, science fiction is “fiction based on imagined future scientific or technological advances and major social or environmental changes, frequently portraying space or time travel and life on other planets.” (definition from Oxford Languages via Google). Again, according to definition, horror is a “genre of speculative fiction which is intended to frighten, scare, or disgust” (definition from Wikipedia).

Please note, one genre definition does not in any way preclude the other. One concerns itself more with settings and trappings of a work, the other more with feelings elicited by the work in question. You can have a work with a science fiction setting (another planet, for instance) and science fictional elements (interplanetary travel, alien lifeforms, advanced computers or robots, speculative technology) that also elicits feelings of fear and/or dread. Furthermore, those feelings alone do not, in any way, shape, or form, disqualify a work with a science fictional setting and various science fictional trappings from belonging in the science fiction genre just as much as it belongs in the horror genre.

Has such mixing been done? Of course it has! Have writers and filmmakers mixed science fiction and horror? Of course they have!

Whenever this topic rears its head in the genre writing world (and it does seem to pop up every now-and-then), I immediately think Alien, a cinematic masterwork that deftly combines science fiction and horror. The film is set in outer space, on a starfreighter (USCSS Nostromo), an alien world (the planetoid LV-426), and an alien craft (the Engineer ship) that crashed upon that alien world. Science fictional elements in Alien include: interplanetary travel (complete with suspended animation), an alien lifeform (with unique biology), advanced computers/advanced artificial intelligence (mother, a 182 model 2.1 terabyte AI Mainframe ) and robots (Ash, a Hyperdyne Systems 120-A/2 android). However, the film also elicits a definite sense of fright and dread as the xenomorph alien picks off the embattled Nostromo crew one-by-one. It also includes moments meant to disgust, like the infamous “chest-burster” scene.

Is Alien the only cinematic example of such mixing of genres? Of course not! It! the Terror from Beyond Space, the plot of which may have helped influence that of Alien, is also a science fiction horror film. 1951’s The Thing from Another World and 1982’s The Thing, both based on the John W. Campbell Jr. novella Who Goes There?, also mix science fiction and horror (in the case of the 1982 film, with a lot meant to disgust thrown into the mix). The 1956 and the 1978 versions of Invasion of the Body Snatchers are also great examples of a cinematic story (same basic story in both) that mixes science fiction elements, namely pod people from outer space, with a sense of dread and fear. 1962’s The Day of the Triffids, a loose adaptation of the 1951 post-apocalyptic novel of the same name by John Wyndham, is another film that mixes science fiction with horror. Even that 1931 horror classic Frankenstein has science fictional elements, with Henry Frankenstein bringing life to his hodgepodge monster using speculative technology that harnesses cosmic rays.

The list could go on and on. As a matter of fact, there is a much more extensive list of science fiction horror films over at Wikipedia. Incomplete though Wikipedia’s list may be, it’s worth a perusal nevertheless: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_science_fiction_horror_films

Is such mixing restricted to motion pictures? Absolutely not! One also finds the mixing of science fiction and horror in genre literature. As I’ve already mentioned, both 1951’s The Thing from Another World and 1982’s The Thing are based on a science fiction horror novella by John W. Campbell, Jr. The various versions of Invasion of the Body Snatchers are based, ultimately, on Jack Finney’s 1955 science fiction horror novel The Body Snatchers.

Michael Crichton’s 1990 novel Jurassic Park, which is a lot darker than Spielberg’s 1993 film, is another literary example of such mixing. Jurassic Park contains both the science fictional element of resurrecting dinosaurs by using dinosaur DNA extracted from blood-sucking mosquitoes trapped in amber, and the horror elements of fear, dread, and disgust (some of the death scenes are quite graphic and disturbing). One scene in particular I found quite disturbing was right in the beginning, when a nurse entered a nursery in Costa Rica and discovered a group of Compsognathus dinosaurs feeding on an infant.

Again, Wikipedia contains a list of science fiction horror novels (although it doesn’t include the novel Jurassic Park — I argue it SHOULD):
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Science_fiction_horror_novels

The speculative sub-genre of weird fiction encompasses non-traditional tales of horror, fantasy, and the supernatural that may utilize alien monsters and other science fictional elements. When it comes to feelings elicited in readers, this particular branch of speculative literature often seeks to add awe to a list that already includes fear and dread, the latter sometimes being of the cosmic variety. A number of H. P. Lovecraft’s works are perfect examples of weird fiction that includes both science fictional and horror elements. Topping the list might be At the Mountains of Madness and "The Colour Out of Space". I would call both of those tales science fiction AND horror.

As a writer of science fiction, fantasy, and horror poetry and prose, I’ve been known to mix science fiction and horror. I can claim to have been inspired by films like The Thing from Another World and Alien and works of fiction like At the Mountains of Madness and The Body Snatchers. As a matter of fact, the very first poem of mine to have been accepted for publication in a zine, “Explorers”, is a rather dark science fiction piece with a definite sense of horror and dread. My horror microficiton “From Within the Earth”, which has the science fictional element of the Earth releasing a sentient sludge against humanity, would more than likely be classed as a weird fiction piece, complete with tentacles (tentacles often being seen as symbolic of the weird fiction genre).

Can you mix science fiction and horror? Obviously, the answer is a resounding “yes!” As a matter of fact, not only have I seen numerous films and read various works of fiction that mixed science fiction with horror, I’ve done it myself! Let’s throw the notion that you cannot mix science fiction and horror, that a horror work with science fictional elements cannot be science fiction, into the dustbin where all such garbage thinking belongs.

(This opinion piece essay appeared September 27, 2021, on the site Classically Educated: A Place for Global Citizens and Polymaths.)

Nonfiction Article/Essay "Personae in Speculative Poetry"



Writers of prose fiction do not necessarily write in voices that are their own. Narrators of works of fiction need not be the authors themselves, oftentimes they are personae, fictional characters distinct from the authors This is true in both works of general fiction as well as works of genre fiction. It is also true of poetry, especially when it comes to speculative verse (poetry with fantastical, science fictional, or mythological themes). Characters speaking or thinking in poems need not be the poets themselves. Heck, when it comes to speculative poetry, the narrators need not even be human!

Speculative poets often speak through an imaginary or historical narrator. It seems doubtful that most speculative poetry is meant to be confessional verse, at least not it the usual sense of the term. Speculative poets frequently take on the voices of others, and these others might be aliens, or fairies, or demons, or mythical beasts, or mundane animals, or even objects traditionally seen as inanimate. It should be obvious to those either reading such poetry or hearing it read that the poets haven’t actually turned into such things. It should be clear to all that the poets used their imaginations to speak in the voices of beings or things distinct from themselves. However, the notion that ALL poetry MUST be confessional has muddied the waters a bit. The line between imagined and real might not always be clear to all readers or listeners, especially when speculative poets speak with voices all too human.

In my own brand of speculative verse, both dark and light, I’ve used this idea of persona again, and again, and again. I’m certainly not a brain-eating demonic serpent (“Serpent of Storms”), or a cosmic fighter pilot facing his own demise (“Last Thoughts of a Cosmic Fighter Pilot”), or a life-draining vampiric entity (“Life is the Life”), or an Earthling married to a furry alien (“Marriage of Earth and Antares”), or a killer being driven to madness and suicide by visions of the face of the lover he killed (“Your Bloody Face”), or a fairy inviting a mortal to Elfame (“An Invitation to Elfame”), or a bleak haunted island (“The Haunted Isle”). However, in the respective works, I spoke as if I were a brain-eating demonic serpent, a cosmic fighter pilot facing his own demise, a life-draining vampiric entity, an Earthling married to a furry alien, a killer being driven to madness and suicide by visions of the face of the lover he killed, a fairy inviting a mortal to Elfame, and a haunted island. I think the ability to speak in the voice of another is just as important to fictional poetry as it is to prose fiction. It is also one of the creative techniques that can set speculative verse apart from more mainstream poetry.

Contrary to what some believe, not all poetry need be confessional, at least not personally confessional. Unfortunately, it seems some poets and poetry readers believe otherwise. They apparently think poetry is, by its very nature, confessional. This can lead to a misunderstanding of speculative verse, especially when speculative poets write in personae.

During one of the Poet’s Live Corners I attended at a local library, after I stated that I had some dark speculative pieces to read, one of the other poets present mentioned the time they had a poet show up and read poetry about murder and mayhem. I got the impression that the group had been shocked by this other poet’s material, as if it were almost confessional in nature. Did they truly have a murderer in their midst that day? I doubt it. I had to smile, knowing the dark and often diabolic nature of much of my own verse. Does that mean I’m a dark and diabolic person? Of course not!

Just because a poet writes about bloody murder doesn’t make that poet a bloody murderer. That’s the whole point about writing in persona – it’s imaginative versus outright confessional. However, I think my experience at the Live Poet’s Corner exemplifies the lack of understanding speculative poets writing in personae may face within the broader literary community.

One of the first things a reader or listener of speculative poetry must understand is that such verse is imaginative verse. The poet is speculating about other places, other times, other beings, other thoughts. They are imagining more than confessing, although confession may still be buried beneath the imaginative trappings. Unfortunately, if a reader or listener operates under the notion that poetry is confessional by default, they might misunderstand the concept of personae in speculative poetry. They might not fully realize that the speculative poet is speaking as someone or something else, that they are imagining. They’re missing the point of what the poet created!

(Article first appeared in Classically Educated: A Place for Global Citizens and Polymaths, March 12, 2021, and also appeared in Cosmic Journeys and Gothic Visions, August 2023.)

Nonfiction Article "Manticore: Man-Eating Hybrid Beast of Legend and Art"

A legendary monster that bore many names (Manticore, Manticora, Mantichora, Manticory, Manticoras, Martikhora, Mantiserra, Memecoleous, Mancomorion, and the Satyral), the fearsome Manticore featured in the lore, bestiaries, and creative works of various lands and cultures, from ancient Asia to medieval Europe, and beyond. However, the Manticore legend first took root in ancient Greece and Persia. A garbled account of man-eating Bengal tigers of India may have been the seed that sprouted all subsequent tales of this strange and ferocious hybrid creature. Despite its dubious origins, the legend of the Manticore persisted and developed over the centuries.

Ctesias, Greek physician to the Persian King Artaxerxes II Mnemon (reigned 404 to 358 BCE), penned what seems to be the first written account of the Manticore. Even though Ctesias never visited India, he wrote that a lion-sized man-faced monstrosity prowled the sub-continent. As preserved in later works by the Roman writer Aelian (c. 170 – c. 235 CE) and the Byzantine scholar Photius (c. 815-897 CE), Ctesias described what he called the Martikhora (derived from the Persian mardkhor, meaning “man-slayer” or “man-eater”) as possessing pale blue eyes, three rows of sharp teeth, savage claws, a cinnabar-coloured pelt, a scorpion’s tail, additional stings on the crown of its head and each side of its tail, and a voice that sounded like a trumpet. Ctesias also claimed that the creature could, to defend itself, shoot regenerating foot-long stingers both forward and backward a considerable distance. One animal alone could withstand those poisoned quills; the thick-skinned elephant had little to fear from the Manticore’s otherwise deadly sting. To hunt such a formidable beast, Indian natives rode upon elephants and attacked their prey with spears or arrows. 

It seems likely that the man-eating Martikhora of Ctesias was based upon tales of the Bengal tiger (Panthera tigris tigris). The Romanised Greek Pausanias (c. 110 – c. 180 CE) believed this to be the case, and wrote about his thoughts on the matter in the ninth book of his ten-volume travelogue entitled Description of Greece. In his section on fabulous animals, he suggested that the red-hued pelt described by Ctesias could be explained by a tiger appearing to be a homogeneous red in colour when observed running in full sunlight. Pausanias also put forward the opinion that the more fanciful traits recorded by Ctesias, such as the lethal stingers and three rows of teeth, arose from natives exaggerating the deadly characteristics of a man-eating beast they dreaded. According to what Irish naturalist  Valentine Ball wrote in his 1883 paper “Identification of the Pygmies, the Martikhora, the Griffin, and the Dikarion of Ktesias”, these two traits dismissed by Pausanias as false may have had a basis in fact. Ball argued that the Manticore’s three rows of teeth might have been derived from the tiger’s trilobate molars, while the tail-borne stingers might have been a distorted account of a horny dermal structure he asserted exists at the extremity of a tiger’s tail.

Regardless of the reality behind Ctesias’ account, other ancient writers helped propagate the legend of the Manticore. With the sceptical qualifier of “if we are to  believe Ctesias”, Aristotle described the Martichora of India in his History of Animals of  350 BCE. He included most of the characteristics already mentioned and also said that the beast’s call sounded like a combination of pan-pipes and a trumpet. The Roman author and naturalist Pliny the Elder, in his Naturalis Historia of c. 77 CE, displayed little scepticism over the creature’s actual existence when he echoed Ctesias and Aristotle, although he placed the creature in Ethiopia. He added that the triple-rowed teeth fit into each other like a comb. He also claimed to have been informed that  the man-faced monster could mimic human speech.

Inspired by the writings of ancient Greek and Roman naturalists, the compilers of medieval bestiaries included the Manticore among their compendia of beasts, both ordinary and fantastic. 

The exact appearance of the creature varied from work-to-work, although all variations displayed a feline-body with a human face. One 12th century bestiary featured a Manticore wearing a Phyrgian cap. An English bestiary of the early 13th century portrayed its Manticore as possessing a particularly savage countenance and prominent stingers all along its tail. Another mid-late 13th century English bestiary depicted the Manticore with a visage that was merely a rough approximation of a human face. Yet another 13th century bestiary, this one from northern France, portrayed the beast as having a distinctively human head, but no stinging tail. This particular depiction also deviated from the standard reddish coat colour, in this instance (assuming the colour hadn’t faded or altered drastically over time) the illuminator had instead opted for a greyish hue.

Besides its frequent presence in bestiaries, the Manticore also made appearances in medieval sculpture and even, on rare occasions, medieval and Tudor heraldry. The Manticore carvings found in some medieval churches stood as symbols of the weeping prophet Jeremiah. The late medieval Lord Hastings adopted a tusked Manticore (or mantyger) as his heraldic badge. The Tudor-era Lord Fitzwalter had, for his badge, a purple-hued Manticore. At times, the head of the heraldic Manticore would be adorned with spiral horns.

Over time, the Manticore became associated with other fabulous creatures and served as inspiration for other legendary monsters. In the later Middle Ages and Renaissance, the heraldic Manticore helped shape the imagery of the female-faced chimaeric creature that stood as a symbol of the sin of fraud in “grotteschi” (grotesque decorative elements) and some Mannerist paintings. Edward Topsell, in his 1607 work The Historie of Foure-Footed Beastes, copied the description of a Manticore as given by Ctesias, but then equated the man-faced beast with the badger-headed cloven-hoofed Leucrocota and the hyena. In Spanish lore, the Manticore transformed into a kind of werewolf that kidnapped and preyed upon children. Tales of the Manticore told by sixteenth century missionaries to the New World may have formed the basis for the Cigouave, a human-faced feline-bodied beast, of Haitian Vodou tradition.

As the ages progressed, the Manticore of art and popular culture gained additional attributes. Along with the spiral horns added by heraldic artists, others tacked on scales, udders or dragon’s wings. A scaly Manticore sporting horns, udders, and wings featured in a 17th century bestiary. In modern times, a bat-winged Manticore has numbered among the monsters that adventuring characters may encounter in the fantasy realms of a certain well-known role-playing game. The Manticore in Gustave Flaubert’s 1874 work The Temptation of St. Anthony spoke of possessing screw-like claws and the ability to spew plague.

Interestingly enough, although it seems likely that distorted tales of man-eating tigers served as the basis for the man-faced scorpion-tailed stinger-flinging Manticore of ancient natural histories and medieval bestiaries, the legend lives on. In Indonesia, some villagers today tell tales of a man-eating Manticore that prowls the jungle and kills its human prey with a single bite or scratch. It just goes to show that the Manticore has endured, in human imagination if not necessarily in reality.

Sources

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Aristotle (1910). The history of animals. 2.1. (D. Thompson, Trans.). The Internet Classics Archive. (Original work written 350 BCE) http://classics.mit.edu/Aristotle/history_anim.2.ii.html

Badke, D. (ed.). (2011, January 15). Manticore: gallery. The medieval bestiary. http://bestiary.ca/beasts/beastgallery177.htm

Ball, V. (1883). “Identification of the pygmies, the martikhora, the griffin, and the dikarion of Ktesias”. The Academy, XXIII, 277. https://books.google.com/books?id=oEZRAQAAMAAJ

Curran, B. (2016). The carnival of dark dreams. WyrdHarvest Press. https://books.google.com/books?id=KzNnDwAAQBAJ&printsec=frontcover#v=onepage&q&f=false

Flaubert, G, (2016). The temptation of St. Anthony. (L. Hearn, Trans.). (Original work written 1874). http://www.gutenberg.org/files/52225/52225-h/52225-h.htm

Gygax, G., & Arneson, D. (1981). Dungeons & Dragons fantasy adventure game expert rulebook. TSR Hobbies.

Heraldic badge of William Lord Hastings [ink drawing]. Wikimedia Commons. (Originally drawn c.1466-70) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:William_Hastings,_1st_Baron_Hastings.jpeg

Lehner, E. & Lehner, J. (2004). Big book of dragons, monsters, and other mythical creatures.  Dover Publications.

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Matthews, J., & Matthews, C. (2005). The element encyclopedia of magical creatures. HarperElement.

Pausanias (2018). Description of Greece (English). 9.21.4-9.21.5. Perseus under PhiloLogic. (Original work written c. 150 CE) http://perseus.uchicago.edu/

Photius (2017). Photius’ excerpt of Ctesias’ Indica. (J.H. Freese, Trans.). Livius. (Original work written  c.850 CE) https://www.livius.org/sources/content/ctesias-overview-of-the-works/photius-excerpt-of-ctesias-indica/

Pliny the Elder (1855). The natural history 8.30 & 45. (J. Bostock & H.T. Riley, Trans.). Perseus Digital Library. (Original work written 77 CE). http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A1999.02.0137%3Abook%3D8%3Achapter%3D30

Rose, C. (2000). Giants, monsters, and dragons: an encyclopedia of folklore, legend, and myth. W. W. Norton & Company.

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Rothery, G. (1994). Concise encyclopedia of heraldry. Senate. (Original work published 1915)

Topsell, E. (1607). The historie of foure-footed beastes. Printed by William Iaggard. https://archive.org/details/b3033469x/page/n9/mode/2up

Zell-Ravenheart, O., & DeKirk, A. (2007). A wizard’s bestiary. New Page Books.

Saturday, August 16, 2025

Cinquain "Polyphemus' Lament"


Here's a cinquain from my now out-of-print speculative poetry collection that began life as a mythic haiku that appeared on my now-long-defunct web site. I rewrote it as a cinquain for my ill-fated collection.

Poor Polyphemus!

Polyphemus's Lament

By Richard H. Fay

Blinded,
woolly flock gone,
and humans for my larder fled.
A god's son disgraced by a sly
no one.

Sci-Fi Poem "Mechanica Major"

"Mechanica Major", a sci-fi poem from my now unpublished and out-of-print speculative poetry collection that hadn't been previously published in a zine or anthology, but I had shared previously online.

Mechanica Major

By Richard H. Fay

Robotic minds rule human sentiments
On this mechanical metallic orb.
Satellites skim over the continents;
Free thought and true emotions they absorb.

Soulless cities cover the cheerless land.
Thick black sludge flows in a polluted sea.
Titanium decks hide the sandy strand
As far as telescopic eyes can see.

Mortal automatons march through grim streets
Oblivious to their own dismal state.
Synthetic pumps replace living heartbeats;
The people face a dark and dreary fate.








Cinquain "A Fairy Glade"

 

Cinquain "A Fairy Glade" written specifically for my now unpublished and out-of-print double-length speculative poetry collection.

 Photo "Fall Ferns" snapped by yours truly during an official tour of Forest Park (aka Pinewoods) Cemetery, Brunswick, NY. 

 A Fairy Glade


By Richard H. Fay 

Fronds sway
and shadows dance
on breezeless summer day
as bright caps flash amidst stirring
braken.

Sci-Fi Poem "West Dingleton's Loss of Humanity"


Here's yet another dark sci-fi poem from my out-of-print speculative poetry collection: "West Dingleton's Loss of Humanity", which was originally  published August 2007 in Issue 256 of the webzine Bewildering  Stories and also published October 2008 in Abandoned Towers (online).

 West Dingleton's Loss of Humanity

By Richard H. Fay

It all started with a strange cloud,
A nebulous mist of colours
Glowing faintly
In the night.

An aurora in the east
Some suggested.
Electrically charged fog
Others said.
Ambient mood lighting
A few joked.

It descended upon the sleepy town
In a dull rainbow shroud.
Noises were muffled,
Bare flesh
Tingled.
No one worried too much
Until the changes began.

Subtle hints appeared at first,
Crooked eyes,
Drooping lips,
Peculiar warts,
Odd tufts of hair.
Deformities soon multiplied
And grew more and more grotesque.
Limbs twisted,
Noses dropped off,
Mouths expanded into 
Gaping maws,
Bulbous lumps of human flesh
Sprouted vestigial limbs.
Their minds remained clear
As their bodies were corrupted.
Tears fell
While tears could still fall.

Word of the calamity soon spread.
Surrounding communities panicked.
The outside world
Shunned the town,
Barricaded roads,
Protected mankind.
Plans were made
To wipe out the creatures,
Destroy the mutations,
Cleanse the land.

The poor people of West Dingleton
Had become something different,
Something monstrous,
Something dangerous,
Something alien,
No longer human.

Or did they?

Fantasy Poem "The Parley of Elf and Troll"


Here's another poem from my now out-of-print speculative poetry collection that was never previously published in a zine or anthology, but it has been previously shared online — my fantasy piece "The Parley of Elf and Troll". 
Strangely enough, the background art by yours truly, "Elf and Troll", DID see publication, on the cover of the July 2011 issue of Bards and Sages Quarterly.

The Parley of Elf and Troll

By Richard H. Fay

During an uneasy parley
Following the briefest of lulls
In their constant fighting,
Elf and troll meet
Atop a speckled toadstool
'Neath the gnarled oak tree.

Instead of reaching an agreement
To heal past grievances,
The two argue and cuss
Over who should be cross at whom.
Each blames the other
For such bitterness and strife.
Elf calls troll ugly and sour;
Troll calls elf cutesy and trite.
They insult each other's mothers,
Divergent tastes in fashion,
And even inherent talents,
Or lack thereof.

The troubled truce finally shatters
When harsh words lead to hard blows.
Troll clobbers elf,
But the coming dawn
Turns troll to stone.
Elf slinks down
Into the shadows
With the rest of his twilight kin.

Fuelled by renewed misunderstanding,
Their endless fray goes on.
Nothing seems to stop
That infernal
Eternal war.



Sci-Fi Poem "Nanomite 323"


Another sci-fi poem from my out-of-print collection...
"Nanomite 323" published Sep 2007 in Issue 259 of BEWILDERING STORIES, Oct 2007 in BEWILDERING STORIES' THIRD QUARTER REVIEW, Summer 2007, Editors' Choices: issues 251-261, Part II, and Oct 2008 in ABANDONED TOWERS (online).

Nanomite 323

By Richard H. Fay

A miniscule probe
Drifts on a gentle breeze
Through an aluminum mesh
Framed in white-painted steel
And into a strange twisted forest...

Sensors detect synthetic material.
Access main memory banks.
Polyamide fibers
Mixed with chemical colorants,
Wound into strands
And woven onto a backing
Upon a hard organic surface.
Further information required...

A gigantic shaggy beast
Thunders dangerously close,
Blotting out the light.
Its sharp retractable claws
Tear at the artificial trees
As its hot breath
Blows like a steamy tempest...

Warning, danger!
Reporting possible aggressive actions.
Registering native creature’s traits:
Internal calcium skeleton,
Endothermic metabolism,
Heart rate 120 per 60 zorts,
Attributes suggest carnivore.
More data needed...

A monstrous mobile engine
Roaring like a thousand rockets
Rumbles over the robot.
A churning, swirling vortex
Sucks up the probe
And deposits it in darkness...

Initiate system recovery.
Visuals impaired.
Sensor intakes jammed.
Latest obtainable readings
Suggest debris mass of mixed origin,
With resident life-forms
And airborne particulate matter.
Further analysis impossible...

After a period of inactivity
The probe’s internal stabilizers
Sense a violent motion.
Once the movement ceases
The blackness closes in
As a metal slab presses downward.
Crushed by massive machinery,
Nanomite 323 sends a dire message
Prior to its total destruction...

Earthlings hostile,
Abort colonization mission,
Repeat, Earthlings…

(Originally published September 2007 in Issue 259 of the webzine Bewildering Stories)

Fantasy Poem "Fairyland Fantasyku"

Yet another poem from my now unpublished out-of-print speculative poetry collection. This one, "Fairyland Fantasyku", wasn't previously published in a zine or anthology, although I believe I've been sharing various versions of it online for some time now. I rewrote it for the collection.

Fairyland Fantasyku

By Richard H. Fay

dishes clang
unfinished chores done
labouring brownie

cornstalks sway
ripe grain swiftly reaped
harvesting grogoch

pickaxe knocks
cave-in avoided
forewarning kobold

twirling gleam
toadstool ring illumed
cavorting fairy

hammer rings
single shoe mended
cobbling leprechaun

shadow darts
needed tools vanish
borrowing pixy

pleading cries
rover led astray
deceiving bogle

fogbank rolls
dank cloak spreads disease
corrupting Grey Man

hooves thunder
mortal rider drowned
murdering kelpie

Cinquain "Thoughtful Solitude"

Thoughtful Solitude

By Richard H. Fay

Alone
but not lonely,
My busy mind treasures
Moments free from the mad buzzing
Of life.

Thursday, August 14, 2025

Sold! Triceratops T-Shirt


Sold 8/14/2025 through Redbubble to an admirer of art in Australia:
1x Classic T-Shirt of Triceratops.
https://redbubble.com/i/t-shirt/Triceratops-by-RHFay/9076651.QUQES?asc=u 
Thanks, buyer! Much appreciated! 

Poem "Tired"

Tired 

By Richard H. Fay 

I'm tired of life.
I'm tired of facing this life's 
disappointments,
disillusionments,
dissastifactions.
I'm tired of dealing with life's
difficulties,
distractions,
dysfunctions.
I'm tired of living
And want to die
To find some peace,
But keep on living
Nevertheless.

New Art! "Squares and Circles Abstract"


 NEW ART! (Finally!)
"Squares and Circles Abstract"
I know this one looks simple, but looks can be deceiving. This one took more work to get right that you might think it would. Plus, I've had a hard time working on art lately, so ANYTHING new is a big deal.

Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Sold! Polish Eagle Shorts

 

Sold 8/13/2025 through TeePublic:
1 x Shorts of Polish Eagle.
Thanks, buyer! Much appreciated! 

Electronic Tearsheet of "Holiday on Phreetum Prime" in STAR*LINE

 

Electronic tearsheet (scanned image providing proof-of-publication) of my poem "Holiday on Phreetum Prime" published in the March/April 2008 issue of Star*Line, the official print journal of the SFPA (Science Fiction Poetry Association), along with a scanned image of the ToC of that issue.

Electronic Tearsheet of "Spirit of the Skull" in NIGHT TO DAWN 13

 

Electronic tearsheet (scanned image providing proof-of-publication) of my poem "Spirit of the Skull" in Issue 13 of the print zine Night to Dawn, published February 2008, along with a scanned image of the table-of-contents of that issue.

Electronic Tearsheet of Horrorku "Spirit of the Night" in SCIFAIKUEST


Electronic tearsheet (scanned image as proof-of-publication) of my horrorku "Spirit of the Night" published in Issue 19 of the print zine Scifaikuest, February 2008.

Electronic Tearsheets "The Incubus" & "Marriage of Earth and Antares"


 

Electronic tearsheets (scanned images) as proof-of-publication of my poem "The Incubus" and my poem "Marriage of Earth and Antares" in Sounds of the Night, Issue 2, February 2008, along with a scanned image of the table-of-contents of that issue.

Poem "Poetry Screams"

Poetry Screams By Richard H. Fay  Poetry screams in my head, Giving voice to notions and emotions. Poetry shouts out ideas in verse, Express...