Poetry

Photography by Courtney Brooke Twenty eight broomcorn bunches in the center, seventeen on the outside, jagged bristles bound, many years ago I would have just swept up Cheerios...

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...

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...

Feature Image: Princess Sabra, or The King’s Daughter (1865), by Edward Burne-Jones Once there was a story that lost its end. It turned in tepid circles grasping ideas &...

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....

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,...

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...

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.

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 have a sweet message from our friend Sherry L. Ross, poetess extraordinaire, whose collection Falling Through Time is also quite fae and mushroom-attracting. She says: Nothing...