by Fairy Tale Review | Aug 30, 2017 | Poetry
That first time I saw myself miraculous, we baked swan-fat into bread when Satan whispered, “I can’t think of anything that can make me smile like you can and although you are perfect you have come too early and are here where something laughing will be shaped...
by Fairy Tale Review | Jul 26, 2017 | From the Archives, Prose
Originally published as “The Girl, The Wolf, and The Elderly Woman.” More than once there was a soon-to-be-old woman who had a loaf of bread, held it in her hands she did, and it was inconvenient to have a loaf of bread always sitting in her hands as she...
by Fairy Tale Review | Jul 12, 2017 | From the Archives, Poetry
Now I think of what I’d die to forget. Now I forget. Where did I grow up, get out—was I as rich as a golden yolk waiting to crack in the hay? Where I come from would I go back? If yes, reload me. And if yes, accident, but nobody can brave enough to see we’re just...
by Fairy Tale Review | Jul 5, 2017 | From the Archives, Prose
People love my city for its brasseries like hothouses, ardent and perverse, its breezes that smell of coffee and of the sea. But when I am in my blue funk I see nothing of all this. Which is why I did not notice the dress shop sooner, although it is on a street...
by Fairy Tale Review | Jun 28, 2017 | From the Archives, Poetry
Of this world we know very little. In my little house I know green stags leap over me when I sleep. I know outside my little house grass grows higher every time I turn my head away until I have to cut it with a knife. I know I live with no one. He throws gowns onto...
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