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
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The Spell of a Hundred Vanished Springs
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
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
Days of Blood and Starlight by Laini Taylor
Wow. Laini Taylor has really raised the bar for writing series with her follow up to the original show stopper, Daughter of Smoke and Bone. It was sincerely one of the best sequels I’ve ever read. I was stunned with Daughter of Smoke and Bone, when Taylor blew the hinges off the dynamic world she’d set … Continue reading
Pregnant with Rapunzel by Laura King
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
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
Happy All Hallows’ Eve!
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!
Reading in the Stacks by Thawing
The Making of Witches by Paul McQuade
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
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