The waies, through which my weary steps I guyde, In this delightfull land of Faery, Are so exceeding spacious and wyde, And sprinckled with such sweet variety, Of all that pleasant is to eare or eye, That I nigh rauisht with rare thoughts...

Enchanted Denmark

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The enchantment was born in the first green spires of Copenhagen. They flashed past on the drive from the airport, back before you could take a train to connect to the city. Their verdigris was an unfamiliar, particular shade...
BY SARA CLETO AND BRITTANY WARMAN You’ve felt it when you’ve stood at the edge of the ocean, the sand pulling away from your feet with the tide. You’ve felt it at twilight, when the horizon goes pink and electric...
We're so excited to share the cover of Alise Maries' upcoming tome The Beauty Witch’s Secrets: Recipes and Rituals For The Modern Goddess!Umm, she's pretty glam right? Here's a lovely interview we did with her about her column, her new...
In the spring, one should be suspicious of witches disguised as hares—at least that’s what the woman, who had lost faith in herself long ago, had read once in a book about faerie creatures. And this is what she...
In my youth, many a story of rip-roaring adventure, thrills, unbelievable coincidences, and misplaced shoes often began with the following exchange: “What happened to you last night? You look wrecked!” “My friend, you would not believe me if I told...
She had eyes like apple seeds. A small, angular face that reminded me of a fox’s mask. Was it a mask she wore the whole time I was with her? The thing about faeries is, they’re not like us, material. Indeed, they most resemble assemblages...
Earth has not any thing to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent,...
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely...
By Sara Cleto and Brittany Warman “She was tall; —a queen might wear Such a proud imperial air; She was tall, yet when unbound, Swept her bright hair to the ground, Glittering like the gold you see On a young laburnum tree. Yet...