Earlier today I read, and was immensely moved by, a piece by Vikram Chhabra. Here I thought only to testify to similar beliefs.

A short poem about a faun who is making a potion in his cauldron to become human for the woman he loves.

What happens when the witch is bewitched?

An old man waits expectantly every year for an unlikely favorite holiday, Halloween. When it finally arrives, it isn’t what he has anticipated it to be.

A brew that only witches could enjoy.