You begin with Be, end with a glorious hiss: Beatrice. Steel teeth. Fire biter. Ms. Moxie. Not Dante’s Beatrice. Not an enskied, enshrined thing, a silent, saintly ladylove bright-beaconing from…
It’s night now, and a wrist Turns over in the magnificent leaves. Nothing but shadows, incalculable fortunes Trailing along the arteries like slim beaks, Like rivers black as comets. In…
am I the girl | cursed to live inside the skeleton of a calf or the calf cursed to die to be cut apart | & entered I thought if…
The way it goes is this: witches are always wicked and all-knowing. It also goes: children are always true-hearted and ignorant to the workings of the world. There was a…
My mother taught me a few of her magic tricks in the kitchen: How to crush a clove of garlic with the heel of your hand and watch the skin…
“Mama,” I begin, but she just tells me that she isn’t and walks away. ♦ Papa explains to me that I’m a changeling. Once upon a time a faerie came…
I like to roost in the minds of others, like a blackbird in the rafters of a church—heaven, hell, the fiend all below. And the lux of so many heads—…
Mama was a werewolf. Maybe she was born that way, maybe she got bitten—Little Red didn’t know how it started, but there was a wolf inside her mama stuck beneath…
It is dark outside when he stops you on the street, asking you questions that take on the color of 11:00 PM: how are you, and do you live here,…
Though it was Gretel who wept and whined for home and Hansel who bit his lips and held her hand, who hummed and hugged her in the dark forest until…
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