"My country straddles an interesting line,” says Syrena, Singapore’s first professional mermaid and founder of the Singapore Mermaid School. “We’ve been very much Westernized for years now, but we’re of course also an Asian country. So there’s this balance of liberalism...
Feature Image by Katrin Albert
My first memory of her was seeing the flash of her blonde Marilyn Monroe curls at the top of the stairs as she reached out her red-painted nails to crank a wheel of brass bells...
Photography by Steve Parke
In this moment, the sun stretches over the open sky, glowing golden before its descent into night. The wind sways the high grass on this hidden hill in a dance. The barn swallows sing their last...
My introduction to nature was at my childhood home a top a mountain in West Virginia with thirty-five acres of woods to call my playground. Exploring those woods brought countless hours of delight as my siblings and I discovered...
You could say that professional mermaiding began in 1904, when young Australian swimmer Annette Kellerman dove into a glass tank at the Melbourne Exhibition Hall and swam with eels and seals and tropical fish as a crowd gathered and...
Feature Image Photograph by Alex Lucas | ohtheraven.com
Before I met Csenge Virág Zalka in person, I knew about her from her Twitter account, @TarkabarkaHolgy, where she tweets about the folk and fairy tales she has come across in her...
Feature Image: Photo by Ganapathy Kumar on Unsplash
I was lying down in the charred skeleton of the cast iron bed in what used to be my bedroom. There was no ceiling left, just a space opened to the stars and the sky....
PHOTOGRAPHY BY STEVE PARKE
It’s estimated that only about 1 percent of people possess the sense of smell in their dreams. It may come as no surprise that Amye Clark, a master clinical aromatherapist, not only smells while dreaming but...
BY SARA CLETO AND BRITTANY WARMAN
Cover Art: Here in the Grove ART BY CHARLES VESS
If you’ve ever spent any time with a cat—black, brown, tabby, white, calico, gray, orange, or otherwise—you know that, despite appearances, they are no ordinary...
Midnight is the fairy hour, and the edge of night is when their revels begin. But to the Victorian and Edwardian imagination, fairies not only danced by the light of the moon; they also sometimes danced upon it. The Victorian...