Enclosed: an Ancient Manuscript discovered most fortuitously by Albion (apprentice necromancer and writer here), detailing methods by which ordinary mortals may Pierce the Veil and return One Dead to their Former Living State. It resembles numerous similar texts in its Dire Warnings of the dreadful consequences of enacting the spell and the Hideous Acts required […]
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The trick was the sweat on your feetand the stick on the palms of your handstrailing like a bug leaving slimecupping around the base and sliding to the top.If you could reach the netyou were one of us. You didn’t have to be strong, I wasn’t.Sinewy muscles poking through skinon lanky arms like knots in
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Birth I read the newsIn between baby announcementsFrom two old roommatesWhile I was sitting on the toilet,Feeling like I gave birth to a demon.It was just cramps and a clot,Cells that could be flushed away,But I’m also remindedOf the haunting I experienceFrom this body that does notFeel like my own.“You’re too young;“You will change your
I’ve never kissed a soul. I have only kissed the small head of cat, all dusted with hay. And too, I kissed raindrops off of the apples, cold in autumn. I’ve known books, high on shelves. I met a wave when it knocked me over, and a model carousel. I once dug up a mollusk.
Most of her life, she liked snow. She had attended a college in Canada called Snow College, which her parents had paid for in cold snowy money from their bank account—frozen money, even, because it was first carefully kept in a large freezer in her parents’ basement and meant for nothing but her college future.
Come closer, divorcees, theys, and gaysUnhappy middle aged wivesSalad servers and romaine lettuce eatersHear ye, Hear ye,sons of MedusaAnd daughters of Eve Come closer, my dears, to the cauldronFrom which we summon our strengthInto the pot we throw our painAnd in a few days, hours even,We have formed a soup of surrender. The real magic
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Auntie Barbara is a successful woman. She flies between cities for conferences. She writes books in retirement and shares her interviews over dinner. She speaks with absolute certainty on politics, healthcare, and public policy—never to be questioned. She has a soft spot for animals. Though she owns many cats, you usually see only two when
It was evening. The sun was almost down. The four of them sat at the dining room table. The dinner dishes were stacked on the far side, out of their way. Bruce and Amelia sat together. Bruce’s mother sat across from them, besides his father. Her face was flushed as Amelia told a story. Bruce
Naomi Osaka dashed to the net and, with a powerful forehand, strategically returned Yuliia Starodubtseva’s serve. Her swing sent a 110 mph ball across the court so fast that it was impossible for Starodubtseva to return the ball, and resulted in Naomi winning another point. This was only one of the calculated moves Naomi employed
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I disembark my boat.I am far from home;my beard is long, my hair is longer, and my eyebrows are thick.I am slapping my feet on the concrete streets—my arms flap in the wind like thrashing waves.Towering skyscrapers cackle with a million mouths.Cars honk nasally honks when I cross red lights,cyclists slam grimy hands on their
