Here we are, back after a long hiatus, kicking off a new season of fortnightly podcasts with episode 31 - a tale containing a lot of made-up words ...
Somewhere between waking and sleeping on our journey towards the unfathomable deep, there comes a thin moment where we have one foot in the waking world and the other is in that other world where we relinquish conscious control.
Pausing here and straddled between two planets that drive one another like gears, the attentive traveler will notice a narrow door only wide enough to sidle through.
This is the border of sleep, where imagination and reality are braided together, a chasm in the crust of consciousness, venting the hot pumice of imagery into the irresistible magma of narrative.
Welcome to episode 31 of Stories from the Borders of Sleep, a podcast of curious tales from bordersofsleep.com featuring original stories by your host, Seymour Jacqueline.
We're back from the dead and we will be continuing to broadcast fortnightly in the future and have lots of new material for you over the coming months.
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Artwork is by Robin Trainor and production is by Tim Wiles.
The soundtrack for this week's episode is from Future Forever by Ion, and that's available from magnitude.com this podcast is also available on itunes.
So if you're ready to journey with me, then I shall begin.
The jellyfarglmarsh by Seymour Jacklin don't put your sandfils anywhere near that Gborgian or blare your ganderbells, said Marek without looking up from the Karogids in his hands.
Terry stood reverently just inside the door and kept one fist wrapped around the throat of a limp bag of sandfells.
He wiped his brow with the back of his other hand.
It was uncomfortably warm in Marek's den.
Have you come to trade?
Asked Marek.
Maybe, said Terry.
There was a long pause.
Marek didn't look up.