Fairy Tale Review Archive
Browse submissions from past editions, web exclusive content, author Q&A, and more.
The practice of retelling fairy tales in the form of literary fiction is, if not quite hallowed, certainly established. The great Angela Carter’s revelatory 1979 story collection, “The Bloody Chamber” — a brocaded work of heady sensuality, intelligence and violence — remains the benchmark, but Kate Bernheimer’s Fairy Tale Review and the several excellent Bernheimer-edited anthologies spun off from it carry the standard forward. Those are just some of the more overt homages; Western literature owes as much to fairy tales as it does to Greek myth and the Bible.
-The New York Times
No wonder songs are so full of denial. And what
did you do about that?
My fifteenth summer, I poured tears from two earthen pitchers and half the tears fell on dry ground and the other half spilled into the lake where the ripples spread like whispers in empty echo chambers.
I climbed the beanstalk, up and up, to the realm
Of pendulous curtains.
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One day, we came home from a walk in the woods and found something waiting for us. It wasn’t a this, or a that, or a they; it was a bunch.
you are always
On a dirt street, in a one-room shack with a rain-tempered roof, lived a woman who sold sex to the workers of her district, and she did this because of all the ways one made money in the hard-mouthed world, this was the easiest for her.
Because my bridegroom marked the trail
Because my father pushed me
down the path alone
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We were always trying to get her attention. ‘Your mother is busy,’ said our father. ‘She is an important woman.’
It’s the one about the bears and their blonde:
In their many beds I left many cells,
called my multiple personalities down
D is for dragon and damsel, diamond and diadem. For deciduous woods, their dropping leaves.
This hurts a lot, but it’s true. It is astral projection gone wrong.
My sister puts petals back into the earth.
as a child I couldn’t sleep
my parents tried ignoring me holding me
stroking fingers down my back
but still I cried into the winter nights