The Mushroom Maidens Avra Margariti When the first rains pummel the earth and the rot climbs up the tree trunks that’s when the maidens are coming. The villagers deadbolt their doors and bar their windows sage and incense ever burning to keep the spores and tendrils away. Patchwork shawl around my shoulders I walk down deserted streets with purpose to the forest looming sunset-brown against the horizon past boughs and burrows under the jade green canopy never to return as […] Continue Reading
