We remember how we forgot to hurt when we danced in stiletto pumps. What we wish for now is another walk through Paris, another climb up the steep hills of Montmartre.

Linda Neal first wrote poems when she was in high school. She went on to study literature at […]

The cheese I know comes from the beautiful cows, cows as beautiful as princesses that graciously graze on the deep grass, grass as salty as the sea, grass as green as the emerald lake of your dreams.

She took the swan now in her arms, began to untwist its neck. It felt like killing the thing. But a girl had to shower. She smiled at the joke of it, death by unwringing. Still she brought the terry beak to her lips before giving the neck a final turn.

We have made it to Issue 2! Our goal was to produce an issue every season. For now, […]

Old Flicker, New Flame It’s a cold grey morning. A workday. A school day. Burning diesel from the […]

Lisa Segal is a poet/writer/artist and past contributor to the Thieving Magpie (Issues 1 and 3).  She has lived […]

My shirt and jeans are off.
I’m undressing.
I’m closing this day down.

Los Angeles native Robert Adan Williams is a teacher, photographer, writer and world traveler. The photos featured here […]

504 North Beverly Glen: where I spent seven of the happiest years of my life. When we moved there in 1952,