It's been a hot, humid summer in New York. Sweaty, sticky. It's been a hot, political couple of years. Sweaty, sticky. We hope that fall will bring with it crisp weather and crisp apples, but the political stakes will only get higher and more hotly contested. Here, some pieces that feel the heat.
It can be easy to get stuck in your head. Especially writers obsess over our imaginations, turning over words until we find just the right one. Sometimes we forget that even the most ethereal ideas are being kept inside our physical selves. Selves that need to be fed and, more importantly, caffeinated. We are blood, bone, muscle, and fat. And at least some percent coffee.
We might only be a week into September, but if you're a Moon-Bird, it's never too early to begin embracing the Halloween spirit. And one of our resolutions for the new season: read more horror by women. While our list of favorites is still ever expanding, here are a few spine-tinglingly spooky reads to get started.... Continue Reading →
Writing may often be a solitary act, but being a writer is not a solitary identity. Scattered across the world are fellow writers supporting each other, sharing work and offering optimism after an unpersonalized rejection from a dream journal. This week's recommended readings come from writers we know either personally, from a reading event, or through the power (sometimes misused) of Twitter.
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 dark and mysterious Moon-Bird @elizabethhermione. She has the following to say about Emma... Continue Reading →
Change is inevitable, necessary. If you’re like a couple of our Moon-Birds, change can come in the form of exciting moves into the city. Change can also be unsettling, leaving you with no certainty but that what was has ended. We can wish for unending sameness, but it will never come. Each breath of air is different from the last.
YLove is a lot more complicated than Disney ever told us. After all, how is it that Prince Charming was in love with Cinderella but couldn't recognize her face? Love is a mixture of emotions, sometimes including a heavy dose of hate. It can be felt for a person, even for a place, for a piece of writing.
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 magickal Moon-Bird @elizabethhermione. She has the following to say about Elizabeth Kerper's "The Charm... Continue Reading →
Your lips sip tea and kiss boys and girls. They recite spells and burn from the spice of jalapeño margaritas. They are the boundary between the thoughts you keep in your head and the words you speak out loud. Bold and blood red, or bare naked. Just keep them moisturized.
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 have a deep and longstanding love for Emily Dickinson. When I was a somewhat angsty teenager, the idea of cloistering myself... Continue Reading →
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