Gretel knows about stones Stones may lead you safe home But they cannot make home safe You cannot squeeze blood from stones They have...

When she asked for the dresses, the king’s Order came to us, the maidens of The kingdom. Commanded on pain of death, To weave dresses as...

Editor’s note: Some of you may be familiar with Kristen’s brilliant refrigerator magnet poetry. I’m a huge fan, and am excited that...

Titania's missing hair comb sits in the dusty corner of a rummage shop in Least Pickings, nestled between a tarnished silver vanity brush...

The old woman, Nonna, made a habit of inspecting her garden daily. Yes, she hired laborers to do this sort of thing, but the subtleties...

When the boat slid before me as if waiting, I snipped the blue thread in my wrist with a sliver of the shattered mirror and with my...

Reality is too tidy after one hundred years of dreaming So she makes her garden messy She grows no roses, but wild brambles that bear the...

I spend my time in the mud, the well, the lily pond. It’s comfortable, if a little dull. Sometimes a fairy visits. She shrinks herself...

It doesn’t seem fair, really, that a moment’s curiosity should become a life commitment, that one single good deed should turn into a...

I stand over the well, fingering the flint in my hand. My breath catches, and I feel like I am going to cry. Smacking myself hard across...