A Pocket Digest of Faerie Coinage Silver gets you a night bruised in cobweb a waltz through dewdrop a swallow of moonshine a sweet spring under sea Gold gets you a cup of jewelweed, brimming his glance gracing your own lips pressed to your knuckles something hidden in the river Stone gets you lightest touch of hemlock head spinning cold shadow root bound and burgeoning a taste of him under tongue Bone gets you a breath of dandelion seed a blue lizard’s tail, moving the fall of a forgotten feather a century of dawns alone
Beeper Peddle is a writer and healer living on the East Coast. She lives with her partner and their beloved soul puppy. Beeper writes about sorrows, lies, and deep loves. When you read her work, you will dip down into her heart and end up in all manner of body parts. Should you find yourself reflected in these words, it is merely coincidence; however, it does not surprise her you share the same heart. Find her at bethpeddle.com and @beeperpeddle on Twitter and Instagram
Rick Hollon (they/them or fey/fem) is a nonbinary queer writer, parent, and woods witch from the American Midwest. Feir writing has appeared in Strange Horizons, Kaleidotrope, (mac)ro(mic), and elsewhere.