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The Only Thing

Signs and wonders, water stain writing the wall Daniel’s message, blood of the moon on us all — Sufjan Stevens, “The Only Thing” fromΒ Carrie & Lowell The exhilaration of initiation. The stink of failure and frustration. A parking lot…

water signs by beth hoeckel
Living A Magical Life

Hear These Whispers and Take Heart

Snow swirls down on the streets of Brooklyn. I’m tired, honey. I’m tired of falsehoods; I’m tired of pretending everything is fine. Everything is not fine. People are sick and lack access to proper medical and spiritual care. Refugees…

it's all good
Captain's Log

Captain’s Log: A Very New Year

When I dream, I dream in flight the swells and stills of all that’s come and the setting forth our kindred sum a point in a constellation — Ayla Nereo, “Wild Burn” Captain’s Log, stardate January 2017. It is,…

sparkle party
Living A Magical Life

PEACE OUT 2016: A Visual Survey

Today is the day of my first Saturn Return. HOORAY but also ARGH! I woke up this morning with a herbal hangover, a sore neck, and bills to pay. ISN’T GROWING OLDER SUPER I have plenty to say about…

Divination

Edward Gorey Halloween Special – Today Only!

HAPPY HOLLOW WIENER EVERYONE I pop in today to wish you a very happy day, as they say, and offer up on the altar of spookiness a flash special: EDWARD GOREY READINGS Edward Gorey made a 20-card oracle deck…

a spooky misty forest
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Meet Your Star Squad: November Special

Holy hot juice in a bag. It’s Scorpio season, non-ironically my favorite, and the times, they are a-changin’. Halloween is almost upon us. SPOOKY SPICY SHRIMPS Behind the scenes here at PZTNT, the literal kettle is whistling and the…

in the Green-wood Cemetery, a stone mausoleum with a peaked roof stands before a wall of green trees and overgrowth. its door, beneath a carved arch, is bricked over like some creepy Beetlejuice business
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I Moved (to Brooklyn! holy belt buckle, Batman!)

Surprise! I moved to Brooklyn! SWEET SPAGHETTI SQUASH, little kitty cats! I’ve been keeping it sort of secret, the way you hold your breath on a wish for fear of bursting the magical bubble and having it all come…