Garden Ice
I was alone when the cold began. Ice fell onto the gar-den like rain, only it was a pale green, so pale you had to look carefully or it would be invisible. Everywhere it fell the world turned...
Last summer when my father in law came from Ireland to visit, we took my daughters hiking in the Kaaterskill Wild Forest in upstate New York. My older daughter was five at the time, and her curls were as untamed...
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...
So we hope you are having a gorgeous Wednesday eve -- how could you not be? -- and thought we'd beautify it further with some lovely news. We've introduced you more than once to Sonalii Castillo, who was a contributing photographer...
In the land of the Sand Riders, where women go veiled from top to toe, there lived a young man who dreamed of love. But he was too young to think of marriage, and according to the customs of...
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...
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien died in 1973. Now, forty-five years later, the film Tolkien will bring him back to life onscreen. For the time being, Fox Searchlight Pictures is keeping fans in the dark about the film. The studio is...
Springtime (when fancies turn to thoughts of love) is high time to swap that dog-eared, fly-specked, bookworm-infested copy of The Hobbit you’ve been carting around since the fourth grade for something befitting the sophisticate you are, something more likely...
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...
Photography by Paul Barson
Even here the glimmering simbelmynë grows
in the ghostly pale green meads and haunted hollows
far from the hallows somber in their ordered rows
where our old bones the cold earth slowly swallows.
Of certainty indeed no living person knows
and...