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Nobody batted an eye while the man with the carrion-crow mask handed the little girl flowers of violet. Not even the young farmhand, who...

Letter from Wolfgang Jakob Welsch to his friend Julius Hofmann, 1627. Translated from the original German by Dr. Angela Windsor, 2009. My...

The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was a boy with smooth skin and cheeks creased from smiles. A certain sheen glinted...

Ingram slogged through the downpour to watch the execution of the hex. His calloused fingers were wrapped around the tight straps of his...

There is a guiding light. A path towards a healthier and more compassionate self. It is a star self, a light held together by its own...

I I go to the forest.    He waits for me there. Lofty antlers, hooves planted. I climb into his mouth    into his belly.    I light a...

The holy speech, that which is Divine Spirit, the embodied Logos, is immortal. All of nature in paragraph, as indeed the secret song of...

Abram knew Kala was pregnant before she did, at least that is what he told himself. He had known with their other children as well. That,...

i.  Templum Having spilled spells over wine-slick lips, the skies divide. The augur marks the passing of each avian pilgrim. From their...

I buried the truth near here, near this bench. In the park, yes; I panicked. I know how I must look: a woman unmoored, wild haired,...

I imagine the planets signing our name. I circle ideas with grease pencil and x others out. My best friend warns of a smear campaign. I...

The witch like me—the witch always sees— The four elements in harmony North South East West Skeleton fisherman Purges the depths....

The van in their driveway is totaled. May doesn’t need an expert to tell her that. The oak tree growing through it is proof enough. Bark...

I have not felt the comfort of sleep since my third death. It’s been twenty, maybe twenty-five days since I last tasted the stain of the...

The Empress. The Ten of Cups. The King Of Swords. First comes a strange sensation, Like a poppy racing to bloom, Or a present hastily...

For you, I’d stand sacrificial on the plinth, neck first. Perhaps the gravest worship Is an oncoming death. My willingness to Spill. I...

my head speak to my soul from under my pillow. I drink the occult of the night as dreams of Goddess Artemis surface. In a forest, among...

Once, my father Frederick went into the woods. It was a cold night in Leipzig when I, Sieglinde, was born. I was the twelfth child of a...

I have a buried romanticized secret — a notion in which I came from a long line of radiant, regal witches who loved to cook. I have a...

“I don’t want to do it.” Dorothy scowled at her little sister Margaret as she opened the box and pulled out the ouija board, being...