Author: Juleigh Howard-Hobson

440 words

The Betrayed

England asked us and we answered. Without
A second thought. We had no fear, no doubt,
No worries; we were English, we would go,
We’d fight for her—for glory, not for show—
And for love of our own people, our stout
And sturdy race. Our folk is worth about  (more…)

4,660 words

The bend in the river was leafy and green with old trees that hung their thick branches out and over. The shadows were almost black at some parts on the banks, spreading gradually to grey green, then dappling away into nothing by the middle of the water. The sunlight sparkled gold and white on the dark waters. (more…)

2,386 words

Mjolnir Magazine
Issue II: War
David Yorkshire, editor
www.mjolnir-magazine.com

“Mjolnir embraces the racial spirit of the children of Europa (more…)

1,395 words

This is the first of a series of “dispatches from the front,” written to inspire and enlighten our folk about the reality of creating a white homeland in the Pacific Northwest right now. We don’t need to wait for revolution, uprising, or upheaval—we can do this now, peacefully, calmly, preparedly. I don’t claim to have all the answers. I am a stranger here myself. But I will share the process and point out what I can to those who are looking for the start of the path that will surely lead to a place of better advantage than those we leave behind.  (more…)

130 words

“The hereditary make-up of a people can’t be destroyed by external experiences. In the long run, it will prevail.”
— Rudolf Hess, letter

We shall prevail ultimately. No dread
Future will blight our kind. We’ll rise instead
As we’ve always risen, as we always
Will no matter how long or rough the days
We spend between now and then. We have bled
But we have not broken, we have not shed  (more…)

2,145 words

Andy Nowicki
Heart Killer
Chicago: Hopeless Books, 2014

I would not like to be in a room with any character from Andy Nowicki’s latest novel Heart Killer. Then again, I really wouldn’t know it if I were. Andy Nowicki has written a novel about evil within, about depravity within, about horror within.

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113 words

For Savitri Devi

Defeated? No, not defeated, not yet,
Not ever. I am not going to forget,
I am not willing to forgive, I am
Not inclined to pretend that any damn
Thing has changed except time. Which I regret,
But I can do nothing about time. Let
It pass, let it roll on, it’s not a threat
To me. I consider that boogeyman
Defeated. No,
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438 words

I’ll Have No Winding Sheet
Great War 1914

I’ll have no winding sheet. No head stone. This
Mud will be my coffin and my grave. No
Mourners. No funeral wreath. Just some whiz
Bangs, broken duck boards, spattered blood. And so
I sink. My helmet is my pillow. My
Comrades’ bones have made my casket. This place
Is my marker. (more…)

158 words

Here, half hidden in the meadow grass, stones
Still circle something that they’ve circled for
A thousand years or so. There’s no old bones
Here, no buried cache of golden crowns or
Ancient jewels—only these rocks, nothing more

Than them. Still, they hold something in their midst,
In the ground of the circle itself, clear
As the space and as unknown. What is it?  (more…)

Unity Mitford, November 9, 1937

174 words

“On September 3, 1939, the day of England’s declaration of war against Germany, Unity Mitford sat down upon a bench in a Munich park and put a bullet through her temple. The suicide attempt failed . . .”1

Tall willows shade the paths which wind between
The flower beds and grassy plots where you
Often walked. You spoke of what would happen
Should Germany and England decide to
Embark on war: (more…)

2,268 words

Paul Christensen
The Hungry Wolves of Van Diemen’s Land
CreateSpace, 2014 (book)
Amazon Kindle, 2014 (E-book)

“Whisper fairy stories till they’re real.”—Vashti Bunyan

“. . . hope till hope creates
From its own wreck the thing it contemplates”—Shelley  (more…)

171 words

We All Fall Down

We all fall down. But some of us get back
Up. That’s the rub, isn’t it — that getting
Back up, because falling stops the attack
And laying down there makes sure the letting
Up continues. But to get back up, to
Stand up once we’ve hit that floor when we know
That if we just don’t move, (more…)

Anthony Van Dyck, Self Portrait With a Sunflower, after 1633

440 words

Self Portrait

I am ancient folkways dispossessed, I
Am nations ruined, I am tradition
Shattered, I am lost cause. I occupy
No locale that my ancestors sprung from,
I am immigration, I am the free
Passage out, (more…)