You can hold the truth in your mouth and decide whether to swallow or speak. You can brush and floss every day or lie to your dentist once a year. But donuts are a nonnegotiable.
Halloween is coming next week, and while we think the scariest thing about that is the fact that November is practically here, these stories have their own gruesome fear factor.
I can think of no better way to embrace your inner woman than to curl up with a good werewolf novel, so hence this curated list! I have always loved werewolf stories and their ever-changing mythology. It's a kind of monster story I have always been drawn to, though in so many of the stories... Continue Reading →
Not all poems are forks. And certainly not all forks are poems. Some are just forks. Some should really be spoons. Utensils, like writing, are tools for the job. Sporks are always useless.
In tarot and in horror movies, death is only the beginning. In life, death is both an end and a beginning, as we must figure out how to move forward without someone, but keeping them with us.
Here the Moon-Birds will sacrifice to you, our readers, a weekly poem which has caught our eye(s)—poems which invoke, in whatever way, witchy-ness, spooky-ness, the sacred feminine, the mysterious, or the otherworldly. * We have a guest post this week, from the positively ensorcelling Moon-Bird @elizabethhermione. She has the following to say about Louise Glück's... Continue Reading →
Essays that about Twin Peaks, Pretty Little Liars, and The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo? Sign me up. Dead Girls: Essays on Surviving an American Obsession by Alice Bolin was an obvious must-read. In it, Bolin turns a critical eye on pop culture and portrayals of girls, both living and dead, and the history of these current fascinations. The language... Continue Reading →
Things that are squishy: jellyfish, breasts bouncing in brassieres, gooseberry jam, promises, and the meaning of words. Also: our heads after this week.
Here the Moon-Birds will sacrifice to you, our readers, a weekly poem which has caught our eye(s)—poems which invoke, in whatever way, witchy-ness, spooky-ness, the sacred feminine, the mysterious, or the otherworldly. * I told you Emily Dickinson would return--she's me soul mate. Today we turn to our hymnals on the topic of the moon... Continue Reading →