because I can no longer feel my feet.
Was it a trick of genetics or a magic potion
that made my fingers into feathers or fins
ready for a different kind of escapade?
My body is slowly giving itself away
from this universe. It...
We wanted to tell you about this new tome in Sharon Lynn Fisher's The Faery Rehistory Series, The Warrior Poet, which stars our one true love W.B. Yeats. Swoon.
We've always thought he was the dreamiest.
Here is the alluring synopsis:
They searched for each...
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...
Short Story from Issue #35 Summer 2016
This is the way she knew he was gone: The door was open. His boots were missing. The cage where he kept a hawk was empty. He’d never said a word. The night before...
Cover Images by ©Brian and Wendy Froud
I dream of green eyes and the silent fall of petals on my hair; the sound of someone breathing softly in my ear.
I dream of a hand gently stroking my cheek,
waking me with...
It’s not that I’m not comfortable
in my own skin. It’s that I can’t
ever be without it—it’s a harness
in a handbag, holding me to the ocean
with a hook and a thread.
This is the life I wanted—a cottage,
no Prince Charming but...
As the classic Disney song reminds us, “Beauty and the Beast” possesses a rich history and a powerful legacy of enchantment. While most versions we see and hear today are retellings of the iconic 18th century French tale by Madame...
Children! To perform this nifty trick, ask your mother for a shelled-out lemon, balled-up handkerchiefs, a vial of perfume, fire, and a pistol. “I have written this work,” writes Professor Henri Garenne, in his introduction to the 1886 edition...
The Peacock Skirt (1893), by Aubrey Beardsley
If you’re anything like me, you might have increased in mass over the past eighteen months. While the frightening reality of a pandemic raged, one little comfort we could indulge in was eating...
A Cup of Chocolate (1844), by Charles Beranger
© Christie's Images / Bridgeman Images
At nine o’clock the next morning his servant came in with a cup of chocolate on a tray, and opened the shutters. Dorian was sleeping quite peacefully,...