A short little review for a cute little book. The Little Book of Witchcraft is a lovely introduction into the world of witchcraft for beginners or anyone who has ever been curious about the beliefs of witchcraft. Carvel’s book gives a brief history on witchcraft, giving glimpses into the European witch hunts, the Salem Witch Trials, as …

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I’m having trouble finding my words again, though that’s nothing new. I would do more “What’s Going On?” posts to fill the void like usual, but you already know what’s going on. A whole pile of nothing. The days are largely the same, working from home and staying home. Maybe walking around the block if …

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“I can feel hysteria in my fingertips when the room is quiet. It’s like a dark power I have where we women can unleash disorder and harm,” (Tater 13). Mallory Tater’s debut novel The Birth Yard is a dark look at patriarchal control and rebellion and promises to be a must-read for lovers of The …

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“The world isn’t ending…It already ended. It ended when the Zhaagnaash came into our original home down south on that bay and took it from us. That was out world…Yes, apocalypse. We’ve had that over and over. But we always survived. We’re still here. And we’ll still be here, even if the power and the …

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Sunday was a sun day, the warmest we’ve had in a while. After buying cat litter in the morning and enjoying the taste of the warmth in my too heavy coat, my face getting even hotter with the cotton mask I had made for myself. Once I got home I walked around my block, which …

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I still have my New Year’s jar from 2019 filled and unopened on the shelf by my bed. I was too lazy to open it on New Year’s Eve, I wasn’t nostalgic enough to want to look back at the past year. But quarantine has made me nostalgic for the stupidest things: for grocery shopping …

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“Are you making the same thing I am?” the woman asked me at Fabricland six-feet away. I was still getting used to the distance, to projecting; to reminding myself that I wasn’t being rude talking to someone from a distance. “No, I want to make some scrunchies.” I told the woman while holding two packs …

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“‘How did this happen to me?’ Then I realize something, a truth lodged inside me, not the telling. ‘My parents would never have agreed to this.’ ‘You were an organ donor right? I remember reading that the first to upload were organ donors. That would make sense. You’re nearly first-gen. Maybe your parents didn’t even …

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“If you ever have chance to bear witness to a dying world, don’t,” (Albert 115). It’s been two years since I read Melissa Albert’s debut The Hazel Wood and for the most part I enjoyed it. I’m a sucker for fairy tales, the darker the better and Albert was able to keep the tropes and darkness …

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Well a lot has fucking happened in a week huh? I’m still drifting though now it’s more of a numbness edged with anxiety, something that flutters somewhere in my belly like some dying thing that my numbness smothers every so often. Not to death, just to sleep before it awakens again.