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“Shade Garden” a Poem by James Pate

Memories from the uncoiled exterior. 

The ones with sharp familiar names  

playing Gray Fern among 


billowing tents and pool fires. Red wax 

dripping

across upraised fingertips

in the mist season. 


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“Instructions” a Poem by Sarah McPherson

Don’t eat too much on a first date

and nothing messy – spaghetti’s definitely out.

(There’ll be time enough for mess later.)

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“wisteria//wisp-eria” by Janice Kang

This is a poem dedicated to my witch girlfriend, who has been teaching me about witchcraft, history, and art ever since we met. It is a simplistic tale in commemoration of beautiful, cunning witches that disguise themselves as something–someone–more… and so these words can be imagined as the secret, invisible text across the gloss of a tarot card.

the lone raven in the warm forest turns into a bedside angel //with demon wings. & //this is nocturne academia //sheet music draped in dust & //little//lithe sparrow bones. someone hooks her wisteria-vine limbs //over my shoulders //whispers something about noxious selves & //falling stars. god, ye are terrible. //we //these veiled fawns so sweet & //cruel. fogged & misted //godly antlers sprouting from where we had bloodletted to coat pinky //fingers in post-sacrificial abel //we //the raw-mouthed cains //chests heaving & //tight white blouses //THIS is cruel//crude, abels melding with obsidian sadness //making promises with girls who speak //in ancient greek //EUASTEROS //sapphic blood pacts & //we try to bring sappho & aphrodite back to life to guide us //but we cannot.

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“Ageing is Amazing” an Incantation by Kate O’Connor

Appreciate your marks of age
Light a candle for every new blemish mark or scar
Like a ring on a tree trunk it is a sign of defiance shown on your glorious trunk 

Celebrate each mistake you make by wearing your favourite colour head to toe for the entire day
Know that you won’t do it again, or if you do you will be reassured that you won’t shatter next time you will still be you

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“Spell to Reverse Hopelessness” by Lisa Lermer Weber

Turn off the television, the computer, the phone

and anything else that might scream obscenities

at you as you take away their power.


Take the newspapers piled at your feet

and crumple them up.


The article about the little girl whose

body was found in a trash bag

on the side of the road,

the little girl who likes My Little Pony

and reminds you of your niece.


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Three Poems by Bobbi Lurie

animal sacrifice food spells

they’d rather see you dead so die to them

pervasive undefinable dream 

i too was fooled by the packaging 

though aligned with ancient ways

animal sacrifice food spells

always the threat of him 

dimmed my light 

addiction like a cloud from above 

such wretched things signified as love 

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“A Hex On All Your Houses” A Poem by Juliette van der Molen

a bit of thread, black

tied tight around this

Hathorne1poppet who cares

not enough to know my

name, but removes me

from the world, all the same.

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Three Poems by Thomas Houlton

Perestroika

you sing like him,

notes glittery, dragged,

made-up, maquillaged 


– perfect face – like his,

fey gestures arching the air,

curving neck of the snow-falling

frozen air – twice kissed – 


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“To The Crossroads, Go” A Poem by HM Barrett

The the Crossroads go,

Eat apples and honey under swollen moon.

Listen to the drums,

Fumble in confused sexual liaison,

With your heart beat.

Stand. Ever so still, so all that moves you,

Are the Earth’s vibrations.

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“Hexing the City” Three Poems and Spell Images by Elancharan Gunasekaran

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Two Poems by Lucy Whitehead

Spider Magic

I have woven a web

around you, as if of gossamer

or blown bubble gum,

If anyone should force

their will upon you

it shall be strong

as steel though invisible

and fine to the touch.

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“emdemdaa (a hex in three parts)” and two hex images by Theodoros Chiotis

incantation no. 1 (banishing) 

tangled up in the jewelry

dressed up in fabrics not worn 

in years

all bought on credit & 

paid off

 in memory

   (look at the curve of time –

            the kitchen of the ship now spotless)

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“Leading Indicators” a poem by Joyelle McSweeney

A descent

in the price of dishwashers

A rise

in the striations

in the teeth

of child-skeletons

in a pit

beside the workhouse

There is so much we can learn

by how obediently a child

takes up this work 

how its small jaw will unhinge

as it eats its way

out of the grave

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“Seven Women: Details of a Generational Curse” Fiction by M. R. Massey

Venus:

You are well aware of how to procure an accurate prophecy. You’ve been doing it for years and this year is no different. 

You cycle into outer space. It is a warm June night in England and a cold, unnamed never-time everywhere else in the universe. When you find the prophecy, it has been circling a distant sun for a millennia. It looks like gold and feels warm, the temperature of skin. You tuck it under your tongue and it tastes like raw egg yolk. 

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Two Hybrid Poems for Breaking Spells by Rae Diamond

recipe for banishing

for J.M.

if you sense pernicious         stirrings in your midst        walk backwards until you arrive      at a precipice     overhanging the ocean          jump      up three times turning one hundred      eighty degrees               in the air so your left           foot lands in your right           foots print and vice        versa vice versa vice       versa then whisper        your name thrice           backwards while inhaling     

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“Holy Helpers” two spell images by Leif Holmstrand and “Instructions” by Leif Holmstrand translated by Johannes Göransson

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“Magical Thinking” a Prose Poem by Camilla Bostock

When the wind blows fiercely, I crouch down low. The single cow in a field is a bad omen for everyone. A red-beaked bird is called a chough. Red-beaked birds are called oystercatchers. The toadstool has no name and is in the wrong season. There are seals on the beach and in the water.

You must walk where the earth is worn away. The blossom is pink and is in the wrong season. White birds with black-tipped wings are called gannets. He walks at the edge and you beg him. White birds with black-tipped wings never touch the earth. Some people don’t care what they are called. When a new calf watches you, your heart beats faster. When the wind blows hard you lie on the ground. When he walks at the edge you scream into the wind. A voice sounds like nobody’s voice. The telephone call is nobody you know.

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“There are Some Things Only The Moon has Seen” Video Poem by HyperVerses

“There are Some Things Only The Moon has Seen” is a hex to reverse the moon landing, which celebrates it’s 50th anniversary next month in July. In a realty where so much of the world’s resources have been wasted on a futile, militarized, and detestable race to colonize outer space, we believe those resources should have been used to further things like human rights causes and focusing on averting the climate disaster that our planet is heading into. 

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“Hex” by Kushal Poddar

Sometimes you remove all those sheets, 

rescue me- all wet, requiring 

an emergency mouth to mouth.

Those are the days I give you all my pears, 

all those things bothering me 

and turning shiny with my blood.

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Anonymous Incantation

Ask your mother to tell you a memory of her mother

Paint the scene of your mother’s memory

Take the painting of your mother’s memory and place it in an art gallery of your home town


Ask your father to tell you a memory of his mother

Paint the scene of your father’s memory

Burn the painting of your father’s memory

Image: jodielaurahex

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