When Lilacs Last in the Boneyard Bloomed . . .

It’s April, nerds, and you know what that means! Slippery amphibians! Fractured fairy tales! Poetic pond(ering)s! Sweet, melancholy 90s nostalgia! Terrifying land mermaids! Harlem Renaissance greats photographing the undead! Centaurs with sunflowers!

Oh.

Well, that’s what it means to us.

It might be the cruelest month in the Waste Land, but April’s the coolest month here in the Pine Barrens. Pull up a rotting log and join our circle for a spell. Or a charm. Or a full-body transfiguration; we dabble in all the Magicks . . .

Swish it online and flick the .pdf.

 

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