Stories about Witches by Laurel Radzieski
I. Once there was a girl who walked on all fours – feet and hands. The only time she was allowed to stand on just two legs was when she … Continue reading
I. Once there was a girl who walked on all fours – feet and hands. The only time she was allowed to stand on just two legs was when she … Continue reading
The blow came unseen, an invisible fist shattering my jaw. I spat my teeth into the dusk. It swallowed those hot white fragments; then it retched, pelting the earth like a priestess casting bones. I sifted them from the dust … Continue reading
When tigers used to smoke, there were houses where death didn’t come. When night fell, fog poured in from the woods, and the decrepit inhaled sweet purple steam. Cheeks smoothed as if exiting a long spa, and posture restored itself … Continue reading
Oregon, 1927 A bowler hat is seen in flight Volunteer firefighters snap a photo The hat drifts off into evergreens * In 1952 the hat visits Passaic, New Jersey * 1960: the hat goes on holiday to Italy with two … Continue reading
She saves spent light bulbs, wraps blown bulbs tenderly in tissue saved from birthday parties, stows them in stacked boxes, carefully labeled as close as she can get to the exact time the tungsten fragmented. She holds a service for … Continue reading
I came upon Lydia in the garden, plucking her one-eyed cat’s glass eyeball from the soil. Flakes from the white winter were burrowing into the ground, into the blood- stream of the earth. Bluebells reflected in her eyes. Twigs snapped … Continue reading
A hand, eggshell white, hangs over the chair’s arm in a stillness that draws out the dead. Where before she seemed ordinary, now she flickers as though lit with a faulty bulb. The room perches on the rise of each … Continue reading
You want me to tell you what’s going to happen? Grease ice will form first, then slush. We must be careful not to bury too suddenly those who are very cold. A woman in Norway skiing in the mountains fell … Continue reading
When we killed the wolf, the butcher began to carve open the stomach. Inside the fuming belly, we found a sheep, a cock, a hood the color of pomegranates, Parlophone records of Lili Kraus, a Citroën hubcap, Bonaparte’s last letter … Continue reading
It turns out that dragging yourself out of the grave takes time, and we’re so grateful you stuck with us as The Golden Key has worked over the past several months to slowly, surely bring ourselves back to life. It … Continue reading