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...
© 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...
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...
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 bones, where acorn-seeds dream of oak-leaves, and shadows speak of bright. Have you seen the root queen there, combing...
O silent wood, I enter thee With a heart so full of misery For all the voices from the trees And the ferns that cling about my knees. In thy darkest shadow let me sit When the grey owls about thee flit; There will I...
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...
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 was with her? The thing about faeries is, they’re not like us, material. Indeed, they most resemble assemblages...
This collection of poetry is about time and consciousness. In one way, time is merely a human construct that does not exist except as we have imagined it, so that we can function in our daily lives. In another...
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. Ross.   From Sherry: I'd like to wish everyone a soul-satisfying spring. I know I'm especially in need...