Poetry In The Graveyard

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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,...

Murmuration: A Spell For The Spring Equinox

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Celebrate the Spring Equinox with the poetic incantation of "Murmuration" by adrienne maree brown. Experience the vibrancy of life through the many shades of green and the tender earth. Burst open like a multitudinous bud, and inhale the abundance of dreams that flow like molten lava. Let your roots anchor you as you dance towards the sun, for this is the season of nectar and life worth living.
©Alexander Kitsenko

Rapunzel Tucks the Twins into Bed

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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...

The Root Queen’s Winter

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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...
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...

Making Witch Bottles With My Mother

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A midwife—she reaches for the flower’s afterlife and dyes it with a puddle of St. Germain. We’re dealing in floral ghosts & flakes of paint curved over our...

Tam Lin Remembers The Faerie Queen

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She had eyes like apple seeds. A small, angular face that reminded me of a fox’s mask. Was it a mask she wore the whole time I...

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...
The Mermaid Issue Faerie Magazine 2018

In Which I Decide to Grow Wings

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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...
Photography by Courtney Fox

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

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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...