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The van in their driveway is totaled. May doesn’t need an expert to tell her that. The oak tree growing through it is proof enough. Bark...

I have not felt the comfort of sleep since my third death. It’s been twenty, maybe twenty-five days since I last tasted the stain of the...

The Empress. The Ten of Cups. The King Of Swords. First comes a strange sensation, Like a poppy racing to bloom, Or a present hastily...

For you, I’d stand sacrificial on the plinth, neck first. Perhaps the gravest worship Is an oncoming death. My willingness to Spill. I...

my head speak to my soul from under my pillow. I drink the occult of the night as dreams of Goddess Artemis surface. In a forest, among...

Once, my father Frederick went into the woods. It was a cold night in Leipzig when I, Sieglinde, was born. I was the twelfth child of a...

I have a buried romanticized secret — a notion in which I came from a long line of radiant, regal witches who loved to cook. I have a...

“I don’t want to do it.” Dorothy scowled at her little sister Margaret as she opened the box and pulled out the ouija board, being...

It’s the Ace of Wands, of Clubs. The card of talent. On its head. Telling me to look before I leap, but please, “Do not forget to leap.”*...