(for Jared) The city: metal skins cloaking thin, high stairs that step slyly to the side and flower into balconies or turn and twist into spires, piercing the sky to sip a heady blend of cloud and starlight. The river: lapping stair-roots trailing from...

Girl With Cloven Feet

Article taken from Issue #36 || Autumn 2016 Print || Digital A hunger for green things| starts in the toes, lingers at the hedges on deersoft steps. She waits for nightcover to track past clover and henbit, to garden lettuces and parsley and strips them down to topsoil. The hunger for...
By Alice Hoffman Illustration by Charles Vess Article from the Autumn Issue #40 - Subscribe or Buy Issue The most glorious hour in Manhattan was when twilight fell in sheets across the Great Lawn. Bands of blue turned darker by the moment as...
She scrambled up the bank of the wash and ran across a dirt yard, right up to the front door of the witch’s house. Looking back again, she saw that the gangbangers had stopped at the edge of the property....

Courage Tea

 “They mixed henna with limes, roses, tea, and eucalyptus and let it simmer overnight, for henna’s hue reflects the strength of love of a woman for a man, the thicker and deeper the color, the more genuine the love....

Sister Witch

  Every Halloween, no matter what the newest costumes might be, there are always little girls who insist upon dressing as witches. You can see them on the street, in their black hats and rustling black capes, in groups or alone....
  In the shadows of mountains and in the wind on mountain-tops She loves to take her bow Her bow made all of silver And shoot off her shafts of woe. The peaks of great mountains tremble The forest in its darkness screams … The whole...