by Fairy Tale Review | Jun 13, 2018 | From the Archives, Prose
Sara herself did not know the people throwing the party, but she went to the house in the woods anyway. He was darkly charming. Very dark. In other words seemingly land-based, mineral in taste, slick like black mud. He carried with him a small something wrapped in a...
by Fairy Tale Review | Jun 6, 2018 | Prose, Web Exclusives
We chant around the grill in our backyard every Friday the 13th to scare the neighbors who told the Homeowners’ Association our violet paint job was garish. We powder newt tongue and kitten whiskers into hangover smoothies. We concoct lipstick out of rose petals and...
by Fairy Tale Review | May 30, 2018 | From the Archives, Poetry
No Place (Dorothy Reconsiders) Out here the din of tin on tin hangs just below an orphaned smudge of cumulus, threatening fickle weather. The particular maliciousness of rain in winter says: consider what you’d do for a dollar—consider skin; consider it penance for...
by Fairy Tale Review | May 23, 2018 | From the Archives, Prose
A substantially revised version of this story appears in Loory’s second collection, Tales of Falling and Flying, published by Penguin Books in 2017. A farmer was wandering through his orchard at harvest time, when he saw an apple hanging from one of his lemon...
by Fairy Tale Review | May 16, 2018 | From the Archives, Poetry
A Mouth And Its Name You told me north water was not built by virga but from suicide of the moon. That letters could turn into ruptured atlas, spill off the brass orbit of a dirge. Go on living, but never say the names of the dead. That’s what you said. No muscle...
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