Alex’s hair was beginning to gray at the nape of his neck and he tired after walking up only two flights of stairs. I teased him about these facts only to deflect responsibility.

With every stroke of the pen or tap of the keyboard, I could feel energy pooling in my fingertips. Late at night, I’d touch Alex’s shoulder and feel its frailty, my fingers pressing down and feeling only bone.

A new set of horoscopes by Madame Clairevoyant, formerly of The Rumblr.

Aries: It’s not so much that you’ve been waiting, not that you’ve been holding back all summer, just that all of your growth has been happening quietly, in the dark, under the surface. Things inside you have been changing almost too slowly to notice, but now they might start coming to the surface. This month, things that have been blurry will start

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Butterfly Pavilion I stand before the cocoons, waiting for a twitch in the shells, a crack revealing a colorful wing. There are none. The cocoons are pinned to cork boards, each dangling from its tip, ordered by species and country of origin. Some look like snails. Some look like tiny black bugs. Some are the green of the first leaves of spring. Nothing today. I turn to the butterflies around me, broken out of their…

The Toast presents a new set of horoscopes by Madame Clairevoyant, formerly of The Rumblr. Aries: This month might feel like the ocean; this month might feel like the wind. This is a month for you to float, for you to feel the rhythm of the tides and the tug of the moon, for you to feel your body light as air. Your thoughts might not feel quite solid, and this isn’t a bad…