Feature Image Credit:  Peter Horree / Alamy Stock Photo He drifted through kelp, broken scalp diffusing red like squid ink clouding itself. Crowded, the spiny urchins hinged their drift west. He slept, I knew, towards his death. What harm could there be in waking him? Through...
  I tore off my skin in the moonlight and became a seal, sleek and noisy. One day a man put his arms around me, and my arms and legs became tree limbs. It turned out I was the enchanted princess all along,...
The realist masters have avoided the Appalachians and I have to assume that this is because fayeland is difficult to paint. What to do with the sounds of mushrooms unfolding through fallen hemlocks? How to ensure the advancement of each tiny...
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...
Photography by Ange Harper Model: The Druidess Of Midian Walk down the path into the woods. You don’t need a lantern, you don’t need light. You’ve been here before and so have I. In my hands I have stars, fish, water, air. I have...
Brian and Wendy Froud

Dreaming Faerie

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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...

Girl With Cloven Feet

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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 past clover and henbit, to garden lettuces and parsley and strips them down to topsoil. The hunger for...
© Julia Jeffrey

The Seal Wife

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Illustration by Julia Jeffrey of Stonemaiden Art Sometimes when we fight, I want to slip on my seal skin and disappear beneath the waves. I warned you when we married there are only so many times I can drink my own tears before the ocean comes...

Lady In The Meads

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My feet leap in the world of Faerie My body dances in my sacred grove. In my eyes, you see something wild – something you cannot tame and take back home to your castle to meet your king. But you will surely still try. My...
Photography by Courtney Fox   What sweeter balm than nature to soothe the lonely soul? In this poem, Wordsworth gives his readers a Romantic description of nature’s beauty through the point of view of a “lonely cloud.” I know that in...