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Poem: A Diet of Worms

By: Rob Chirico My books on magic? The Waite, the Yeats, the Blavatsky? All gone. After all, what is magic but the art of making things disappear. My feat was not art of artifice, it was truth. And, truth be told,…

Poem: Eternity of magic

By: Linda M Crate dance magic dance surfaced in my head three days before you departed almost as if you were summoning me from the deep slumber of a nightmare insisting it was time to become a rebel against reality,…