Category Archives: Arthur Rackham

The Night Journey, Terri Windling

Go by coombe, by candle light, by moonlight, starlight, stepping stone, and step o’er bracken, branches, briars, and go tonight, and go alone, go by water, go by willow, go by ivy, oak and ash, and rowan berries red as … Continue reading

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Christian Anton Gerard: Probably, Then

Probably, Then I’m interested in the half-finished. —Luisa A. Igloria If I lived in a forest and you lived somewhere else, maybe in the forest, maybe not, no difference, just somewhere else, with a different language, and you found me … Continue reading

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For Mark Strand and His Moon, Anne Bach

For Mark Strand and His Moon Reading Mark Strand’s beautiful, sharp, Ragged words, late at night – I wish I had such vision He suddenly reminds me to look out My own window She shines full behind the dark Hanging … Continue reading

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