Fiction

She scrambled up the bank of the wash and ran across a dirt yard, right up to the front door of the witch’s house....

Illustration by Guinevere von Sneeden Wassail, drink hail to the sleeping trees blanketed in a white cloak of snow, under the dark of night. Leave the warmth...

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...

Written and Illustrated by Charles Vess From Issue #29 - digital // print Come closer and listen well, for I have a tale to tell. For...

Feature Image: Celestial Pablum (1958), by Remedios Varo If you plan to travel to Mexico City, you will likely be cautioned, both by the internet and...

Illustration by Guinevere von Sneeden • You can lace your own corset without assistance. • You wear corsets. • When your friends order cocktails, you prefer a...

Feature Image: The White Stag by Annie Stegg @anniestegg You’re walking through the woods one day, just as twilight stars begin to shimmer through the leaves. Everything...

Article from the Sumer Mermaid Issue #59 Photography by The Witching Hour Photography Model Tatiana Pimentel The woman glanced in the mirror and wondered who the tired person...

  In her first memory of this life, she clutched two pecans in her small hands. Warm brown with tabby cat black stripes, dry and...

Spring does not need to be summoned. It will come in its own time and its own way to grace the land around us. It always does. For me, in my area, I know spring is well and truly on the way in early March, when the mesquite trees are heavy with their delicate yellow blooms and the wildflowers begin showing off all over the place. The first to arrive is pink primrose, and that is followed by bluebonnet, Mexican hats, and paintbrush, and last are the wild white poppies with a shock of hot pink at their center. This is how spring settles itself into the land where I live.