Simbelmynë
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...
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...
The Little Mermaid Warns You, You May Have Already Become Forgotten
Painting by Anne Bachelier
Your once-silken voice will desert you, your legs
will make every step on land a torture.
There will come a time when you...
The Root Queen’s Winter
Photography by MICHAELA DURISOVA
The root queen knows your secret hopes.
The root queen knows your heart
The root queen’s crown is thorn and branch;
her garden, silver...
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...
Snow Angel
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...
Poetry In The Graveyard
It is a privilege to be the keeper of a historic, quaint cemetery in my small Maine town—a magical place hidden within the forest,...
Self-Portrait As Mythological Creature
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...
The One-Armed Swan Sister
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...
A Message From Sherry L. Ross
We hope you're having a gorgeous Wednesday! We wanted to make your afternoon slightly more gorgeous with this sweet missive from our friend Sherry L....