Liminality and the Realm of Pure Possibility
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...
Aubrey Beardsley and the Weight of Decadence
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...
Girl With Cloven Feet
Article taken from Issue #36 || Autumn 2016
Print || Digital
A hunger for green things|
starts in the toes,
lingers at the hedges
on deersoft steps.
She waits for nightcover
to track...
Gathering Tears
PHOTOGRAPHY BY SARAH CHISHOLM PHOTOGRAPHY
I am a forest dweller. A child of dark, shadowy trees dripping in moss, and at home along the creek side,...
Selkie
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...
The Witch in Spring
Photograph by Ellen Tyn
Wake up, wake up! say the first snowdrops. Their green stems poke through the snow, and their delicate hanging bells quiver...
An Interview With Holly Black
We talk to the best-selling author and enchantress about her love for the forest and her new book The Wicked King.
*Interview from Issue #46...
An Interview With Sonalii Castillo & Some Faerie News
So we hope you are having a gorgeous Wednesday eve -- how could you not be? -- and thought we'd beautify it further with...
In Which I Decide to Grow Wings
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...
An excerpt from The Wind in His Heart
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....