Written and Illustrated by Charles Vess From Issue #29 - digital // print Come closer and listen well, for I have a tale to tell. For far longer than even I can remember Father Christmas has always lived in his warm, sprawling...
The word Pre-Raphaelite almost always conjures up a certain kind of woman. She has a cascade of copper hair, a face filled with mournful longing, and a deep jewel-colored gown. She has found herself locked in a tower, married...
Faerie Magazine: What does it mean to be a mermaid in New York? Kai Altair: We are so lucky that New York City is surrounded by water! Being a mermaid here means Coney Island summers, Rockaway Beach dreaming, organizing beach...
I find it is much harder to sew now that one of my arms has become a giant white wing. It’s nonsense to assume, of course, a spell gone wrong, a stepmother’s curse, a swan nearly freed. I recall being swallowed in...

Sister Witch

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  Every Halloween, no matter what the newest costumes might be, there are always little girls who insist upon dressing as witches. You can see them on the street, in their black hats and rustling black capes, in groups or alone....
PHOTOGRAPHY BY STEVE PARKE Sarah Sparkles is a crystal-loving mermaid in Brooklyn who’s worked on window displays for Bergdorf Goodman for over a decade—and has blinged out everything from a motorcycle to a life-size Velociraptor dinosaur skeleton, not to mention...

Snow Angel

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Illustration by Marina Mika We know you only by your absence. The hole left behind, pressed through the drifts like something fallen from a great distance. Wings shorter than we would have expected, stumpy and round as a sliced orange peel and your body a footless...
Illustration by Guinevere von Sneeden   Moonflowers are your favorite bloom. When you see a painting of a moon-gazing hare, you whisper, “Me too.” You nibble your sandwiches into crescent shapes. You call glitter “stardust” instead of pixie dust. You...
Ariana Reines is an award-winning poet, a translator of several French books, a playwright (her first play, Telephone, received two Obie awards), a performing artist with past stints at the Whitney Biennial and the Guggenheim, among other places—and, since 2012,...
Article From 2014 Spring Issue #26 Subscribe // Print // Digital Sing your song for us, mamma, they cry, sing your song, sing your song, small white cheeks upon pillows, bright eyes blinking the black. Tearless lovelies are mine, who know only sugarplums and ponies; they beg night...