At long last we’ve arrived at that wondrous day, which officially marks an end to Winter and the slow beginnings of Spring! Although it’s currently snowing outside, and I’m nestled under a blanket, in my studio in front of a smoldering fire AND my trusty space heater, I can’t help but frantically search the branches outside my … Continue reading
An April Night by Lucy Maud Montgomery The moon comes up o’er the deeps of the woods, And the long, low dingles that hide in the hills, Where the ancient beeches are moist with buds Over the pools and the whimpering rills; And with her the mists, like dryads that creep From their oaks, or … Continue reading
It is Not Your Job by Caitlyn Siehl when your little girl asks you if she’s pretty your heart will drop like a wineglass on the hardwood floor part of you will want to say of course you are, don’t ever question it and the other part the part that is clawing at you will … Continue reading
Pregnant with Rapunzel by Laurie King I kept my mouth closed as I watched the ramps grow big and bitter. It was my daughter’s appetite that sprung the ferns along my throat, the fiddleheads of hunger that unfurled along my tongue like tongues. The window where we watched became our belfry, she the tongue and … Continue reading
THE BLACK ART by Anne Sexton A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough. She thinks she can warn the stars. A writer is essentially a spy. Dear love, I am that girl. … Continue reading
Halloween: A Romaunt by Arthur Cleveland Coxe “Tis the night—the night Of the grave’s delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without, The wild winds shout, But no, it is they—it is they!” Have a wonderful Samhain, when the veil between worlds is at its thinnest!
The Making of Witches by Paul McQuade We started out as little girls — butter-fingered milkmaids with eyes of fashioned glass, dresses our fathers bought and our mothers mended, their fingers wearing to the bone on loom-needles and the endless turn of the wheel. At fourteen our mothers took us aside while our fathers whittled … Continue reading
A Visit by Marie Ponsot Come for duty’s sake (as girls do) we watch The sly very old woman wile away from her pious And stagger-blind friend, their daily split of gin. She pours big drinks. We think of what Has crumpled, folded, slumped her flesh in And muddied her once tumbling blood that, young, … Continue reading
“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” – Toni Morrison
While exploring Portland with my sister in preparation for her Great Oregon Move, we had to make a stop (well, several stops admittedly) to Powell’s Book Store. We spent hours in the YA section, and the Fantasy section before stumbling upon the Poetry stacks, which featured a nook dedicated to literary magazines. Perusing the hodgepodge … Continue reading
