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Poetry >

Cassandra by Lysbeth Benkert

Cassandra     In spiring.   Breathing you in.   Filling myself up through spiracles and spinning out song from the darkest chirrup corners chirrup ...

Mandrakes by Geula Geurts

And the man and his wife hid themselves… —Genesis 3:8     It is the breezy time of day, when God is heard walking in ...

Kinga by Ann Taylor

Kinga (1224-1292) is the patron saint of Poland, honored for providing salt for her subjects. The discovery occurred when she threw her engagement ring into ...


In an enchanted wood by James B. Nicola

Interview Near Endor Years Later by Mark Mitchell

An amorous vignette by Tiffany Babb

Reconciliation Effort by John Zedolik

Divinity by Samuel Franklin


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Nonfiction >

Nonfiction, January 2007-September 2008 by writer

As part of an overall site update and migration to a new host, the original published pages of Fickle Muses, January 2007 to June 2010, ...

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Fiction >

Titivillus by Clayton Ramsey

  His given name was Frank, but his boss, who had studied medieval literature at Princeton, called him Titivillus, Villy for short. Titivillus, he was ...

The Dark Night of the Soul by Laurette Viteritti-Folk

  First there was Edward. Winter turned to spring and I watched him exist in different seasons, retiring his blazers with khakis, his red cashmere ...

A Taste of the Number 15 by Caleb Warner

Shamrock, Indiana 1934 Jacob Blake’s Daddy, the greatest Shine maker in the whole Midwest, often told stories about the old wood spirits that roamed the ...


HOW COLORS CAME TO BE by Richard Krepski

The First Dragon by Tyler Omichinski

Shell Game by Reed Stirling

Old Times by Elisabeth Leekley

Iphianassa by kab


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Art >

Night Fog Machine by Sari Krosinsky

digital and ink abstract art

HAUNTED by Julie Dapper

HE TOOK MY FLOWERS by Julie Dapper


Trans*formation by Araldia Primbee

Whither Shall I Wander by Melinda Giordano

Dronagiri Mountain by Ren Adams

church by Eleanor Leonne Bennett

fire from steam by Eleanor Leonne Bennett


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Referenced myths, characters, etc.

Zeus >

and this time by Jemma Hoolahan

And this time Hera leaves Zeus, leaves him angry and fuming; but as she walks away she smiles, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. And ...




Yuki-Onna >

Yuki-Onna by Alexandra Ranieri

‘Keep going, men! Go on! Go on!’ The snow carried his caws to us, the snow was all to see. The snow stretched our eyes ...




yggdrasil >

Yggdrasil by Jim Newcombe

‘We are born into the world, and there is something within us which, from the instant that we live, more and more thirsts after its ...




Yahweh >

Divinity by Samuel Franklin

Dionysius, mother-burned, drunk-struck, rambled insane across continents.    Osiris was quartered, decapitated, castrated, dismembered and plopped in the Nile.   Odin hung himself from the ...




woods >

In an enchanted wood by James B. Nicola

  [In an enchanted wood]   In an enchanted wood of a remote, dark land a Citadel’s been erected, and remains unbothered, but for the ...




witch netherlands >

Marigje by Mike McCormick

  (for Marigje Arriens, burned at the stake, 1591)   Eyes and smoke Judge’s words Dry as twigs   Flame tugs my skirt Like a ...




Wieliczka >

Kinga by Ann Taylor

Kinga (1224-1292) is the patron saint of Poland, honored for providing salt for her subjects. The discovery occurred when she threw her engagement ring into ...




werewolf >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




wendigo >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




Welsh >

Dr. Guinevere and Mrs. Vak by Alexandra Ranieri

Her face is presented to her. It approaches on tall heels, squeezed into the world. It grins easily; feels no qualms, little loyalty. She apes ...




Wayna Capac >

Wayna Capac Questions the Sun by Juan J. Morales

My priests object to how I stare you out of the sky, how I defy your blaze.   I felt your arms melting away nights ...




Wales >

Hellsgate by James B. Nicola

I once saw a head of Hellsgate In a book of old English tales      on an illustrated page      (at the side of the stage Of ...




vritra >

Blood For Rain by Allison Thai

Blood For Rain Praise be to Allah, to whom belongs all that in heaven and earth. Praise be to Him, who is All-gracious and All-knowing ...




voodoo >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




Virgin Mary >

The Dark Night of the Soul by Laurette Viteritti-Folk

  First there was Edward. Winter turned to spring and I watched him exist in different seasons, retiring his blazers with khakis, his red cashmere ...




virgil >

A Tribute to the Angels of the Lost Empyrean by Jim Newcombe

Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo. -VIRGIL, Aeneid Smoke and fire’s darkly charring luminosity glamours the hearth with silky gusts of gold, like liquid flags ...




underwater city >

Notes from Atlantis by Seth Jani

The hermetic music Coming in from a garden Lost underwater Five millenniums Before this day. And we were born To hear again Fragments of its ...




Troll (western Europe) >

Under the Bridge by Sonja Johanson

Under the Bridge   is a Troll. It’s the same Troll it always was, with chicken-of-the-woods face, ears like green-necked rutabagas, and morning breath from ...




Touring Theater >

Hellsgate by James B. Nicola

I once saw a head of Hellsgate In a book of old English tales      on an illustrated page      (at the side of the stage Of ...




Titivillus >

Titivillus by Clayton Ramsey

  His given name was Frank, but his boss, who had studied medieval literature at Princeton, called him Titivillus, Villy for short. Titivillus, he was ...




threefold >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




Thetis >

Achilles's Sister by Christie Ricardo

In the telling, they forgot Achilles later had a sister birthed through foam-flecked mourning. Her mother labored, faint as vapor, salt as sea, and pressed ...




Theseus' betrayal of Ariadne >

Shell Game by Reed Stirling

SHELL GAME     The Taverna Paphos lay wedged in an old Venetian block up from the Chania harbour, more grotto than cave, for on ...




Theseus >

Reconciliation Effort by John Zedolik

          Theseus slew the Minotaur and escaped           with the aid of Ariadne’s thread but,             I ...




The Wild Hunt >

Hound and Hare by Eva Weggelaar

  The air is full of falling leaves, winter’s crows caw, tears of fog fall from the eaves, as the mist unveils the things you ...




the odyssey >

Wake by Clarissa Grunwald

Penelope, what are you going to do with that body? You’ve laid it out in the kitchen and waited for the ants to come, and ...

The Boat by Paul Fisher

Maybe the eyes of a dragon or goddess glare from the prow. More likely it leaks, loses an oar, and reeks of rainbows awash on ...




The Frog Prince >

The Usual Magic by John Grey

She’s considering kissing frogs again. Not that there aren’t any men left but the tiny creatures are silky green and sleeping on their lily pads ...




The fall from Eden >

Eve's choice by Rose Davis

Sunlight dances on the horizon, outlining the edges of the world in gold. As Eve wakes she feels its warmth on her skin and she ...




The Bible >

"Am I My Brother's Keeper?" by Amanda Faye

  Splash. That was how it all started. With a splash.                My brother and I sat in our dugout canoe, in the middle of ...




thar desert >

Blood For Rain by Allison Thai

Blood For Rain Praise be to Allah, to whom belongs all that in heaven and earth. Praise be to Him, who is All-gracious and All-knowing ...




Taoism >

Dronagiri Mountain by Ren Adams




Spider Woman >

Keeper of The Web by Jennifer Lothrigel

  One drop of water or rustle of wind makes the whole web listen.   And there she is in her long white gown refastening ...




Sophocles' "Antigone" >

Sisters conflicted over roles, Part II by Carolyn Martin

Sisters conflicted over roles, Part II (This interview has been edited for clarity and length)   Damn Antigone? Yes, my words. Gutsy, but understand promises ...




Snow White >

Apples: By Their Fruit by Rita Moe

  It is, after all, the flesh that matters: The crisp juicy flesh in your mouth,   Sweet nectar in your throat. Not The fruit ...




snake >

Nagini by the shore by Kavitha Rath

Nagini by the shore Queen amidst the rocks, underwater companion of the sea, blue silk-skinned and breathless, she crouches forward. She descends, a serene siren, ...




skeleton key >

Through the Keyhole by Seth Jani

He knocked at a door in mid-winter. The darkness slept around him. Giant ghosts roared in the frost. He did not know what waited At ...




Sisyphus >

Interview Near Endor Years Later by Mark Mitchell

                        He came looking for me, that king. He knew                         what I could do. Later, his strength revealed                         itself. He was tall. He ...

Sisyphus Ponders Escape by Tracy May Adair

It's not as if I'm dead. OK, technically, I am dead, but not dead dead like the shades that wander Elysium’s borders.   I'm as ...

Sisyphus Revisited by James B. Nicola

He’s a boy, he’s a boor, he’s a bear, he is doomed and is not doomed and is not dead but living in a heaven ...




sirens >

murmuring rock by Elizabeth Sackett

this paperweight home is a careful mix of light and dark. she’s a lorelei, lives where light would not have the audacity to reach, but ...

The Boat by Paul Fisher

Maybe the eyes of a dragon or goddess glare from the prow. More likely it leaks, loses an oar, and reeks of rainbows awash on ...




satirical >

Bible Verses by Robert Reeves

And God said “Let there be light.” And there was light. And God divided the light from the darkness.   But God didn’t make the ...




Saints >

The Devil and Saint Michael of the Rock by Taylor Graham

    Heaven thundering and land dissolving as salt-surge breaks every-which-way into storm-swell—     isn’t that just the natural world? Perhaps the merchant’s prayers saved him. ...




russian mythology >

Through the Keyhole by Seth Jani

He knocked at a door in mid-winter. The darkness slept around him. Giant ghosts roared in the frost. He did not know what waited At ...




roux ga roux >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




rougarou >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




Rose Red and Snow White (Grimm)--I've reinterpreted as Rosa y Nieve >

Rosa Roja by Jenn Givhan

The balloon animals wilting in the city’s only zoo remind me. When I turn circus, I wear more than costume. I wear   my sister, ...




red riding hood >

Embracing the Calling by Sheikha A.

The stones have drunk her footprints, and in the manner   of a proper uninhibited stupor, they have smattered errantly   on a clear moonlit ...

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




Ramayan >

Dronagiri Mountain by Ren Adams




rakshasi >

The Rakshasi in the Kala Yuga by Kavitha Rath

In the dark-water night, She rose from the breath of our Lord Creator, rows of teeth lining her open, sangria mouth-- glinty, pearlized white with ...




ragaru >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




Quezacoatl >

Cihuateotl by Dani Raschel Jiménez

A Mexica woman, her talons fluid like snakes, seduced my lover to her side, smooth as liquid, side a slab of flesh that would fire ...




Puerto Rico >

A Renegade of Dream by Isabalino A. Guzman

Based on a Puerto Rican Myth   In my dream: In search for wings, a stranger offers to stretch skin; a cloth of flesh linking ...




prophecy >

Cassandra by Lysbeth Benkert

Cassandra     In spiring.   Breathing you in.   Filling myself up through spiracles and spinning out song from the darkest chirrup corners chirrup ...




Prometheus >

Unfathomed Promises by Veronica Pamoukaghlian

Prometheus I we dared to dream of fire   we dreamed in unison something the world does not think possible   defied the odds the ...




princess and the pea >

The Princess and the Pea by Gabriella M. Belfiglio

It’s not so much that my bed was uncomfortable— more that I was overtired from the storm and lonely in this strange house, not to ...




primal song >

Notes from Atlantis by Seth Jani

The hermetic music Coming in from a garden Lost underwater Five millenniums Before this day. And we were born To hear again Fragments of its ...




Poland >

Kinga by Ann Taylor

Kinga (1224-1292) is the patron saint of Poland, honored for providing salt for her subjects. The discovery occurred when she threw her engagement ring into ...




Pisander >

Nestor Still Loves War by Iris Gribble-Neal

           Hecamedé loves Nestor a little like a daughter           or a waitress at the Wall Street ...




Perseus >

Ophidian Daughter by Sam Jowett

The heavens sing (a daughter weeps) for Noble Perseus, son of Zeus, Bestowed with the gifts of Olympia, he climbs Gold wing clad feet, from ...

Perseus' Unshielding by Veronica Pamoukaghlian

Your shield is full of holes and I can see   my friendly snakes go through and plant their sting   All of those things ...




PERSEPHONE MYTH >

HAUNTED by Julie Dapper




persephone >

Almost Spring by Carol Harada

            Down in the Underworld, Hades was held captive by creepy crawly things. With the new flat screen TV turned to the nature channel, his ...

Persephone & the Blood by Melissa Newman-Evans

They say that if it rains while the Sun is shining, the devil must be beating his wife. The devil's wife says, This saying must ...

FINDING PERSEPHONE by Julie Dapper

“Peel back the bark. Find my face”.   From the core her voice sounds, naming flowers:   “Daisy, violet queen anne’s lace.”   (Flowers I ...


Harvest by Sarah Orton

Naiad of the Lefka Ori by Reed Stirling

Why ever should Demeter mourn? by Alison Noble

In Hindsight, Demeter Thinks of What To Tell Her Daughter by Andrea Potos

And I Am Born to the Sunlit World Again by Nancy Priff


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Penelope >

Wake by Clarissa Grunwald

Penelope, what are you going to do with that body? You’ve laid it out in the kitchen and waited for the ants to come, and ...




Pele >

Kapo-keho-lele by Kathrine Yets

  I drift across the ocean above a lava coral reef this blue skied noon. I hear a cry echo from the shore.   My ...




ovid >

Orpheus by Scotty Weeks

Spray paint cans were piled up like fallen soldiers, bleeding in technicolor. The hum of spinning fan blades was broken by the clack-clack-clacking of a ...

Simulacra by Marilyn Cavicchia

I was not a benevolent god, only because I didn’t know how to be. Chief among my failures was that I didn’t know how to ...

Mother of Gods and Men by David Cravens

midwinter brings warm hearth and clean bed for victory provides bread— but bread only   as I wake on the jungle floor alone apart for ...


The Vessel for a Day Club by Orlaith O'Sullivan

The Whole Vault of Heaven by Melissa Dickson



Osiris >

Divinity by Samuel Franklin

Dionysius, mother-burned, drunk-struck, rambled insane across continents.    Osiris was quartered, decapitated, castrated, dismembered and plopped in the Nile.   Odin hung himself from the ...




Orpheus >

Modern Eurydice by Samantha Pilecki

Modern Eurydice        I wake up and she’s there, her head tucked under my chin.      Sometimes, this is the best part of the ...




Old Testament >

Mandrakes by Geula Geurts

And the man and his wife hid themselves… —Genesis 3:8     It is the breezy time of day, when God is heard walking in ...




Ogier >

Sleeping Heroes by Ace G. Pilkington

A cave like bone, bowed stone under brittle stone, Hides behind a labyrinth of vines, With slow sleepers lapped in a promise of design. The ...




Odyssey >

Two Epilogues by James Scruton

1. AFTER ILIUM   We’d pass each watch by likening the fires in the camps beyond to stars on water, tossed coins, harness buckles on ...




Odysseus >

Two Epilogues by James Scruton

1. AFTER ILIUM   We’d pass each watch by likening the fires in the camps beyond to stars on water, tossed coins, harness buckles on ...




Odin >

Divinity by Samuel Franklin

Dionysius, mother-burned, drunk-struck, rambled insane across continents.    Osiris was quartered, decapitated, castrated, dismembered and plopped in the Nile.   Odin hung himself from the ...

Hound and Hare by Eva Weggelaar

  The air is full of falling leaves, winter’s crows caw, tears of fog fall from the eaves, as the mist unveils the things you ...




Nyx >

An Ode to Aurora by Nancy Iannucci

You summon me, the Night, in my demesne to pierce my heart of darkness! In prism-dewdrop time, you warm me, tenderly, with phosphorescent blues with ...




Nymph >

Modern Eurydice by Samantha Pilecki

Modern Eurydice        I wake up and she’s there, her head tucked under my chin.      Sometimes, this is the best part of the ...




Northern Europe >

Hound and Hare by Eva Weggelaar

  The air is full of falling leaves, winter’s crows caw, tears of fog fall from the eaves, as the mist unveils the things you ...




Nestor >

Nestor Still Loves War by Iris Gribble-Neal

           Hecamedé loves Nestor a little like a daughter           or a waitress at the Wall Street ...




Native American >

Keeper of The Web by Jennifer Lothrigel

  One drop of water or rustle of wind makes the whole web listen.   And there she is in her long white gown refastening ...

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...

Adam Expelled by Robert Reeves

“. . . and I did eat.”   The garden ripened, softness into toughness, the drowsing seed into the dropping fruit. Knowledge brought hardness, sight ...




Narcissus >

Narcissus by George Paracka

On a bare, placid wall face, between two sets of matching drapes pristine white and printed with pink flowers on thin green stalks, there hung ...




nagini >

Nagini by the shore by Kavitha Rath

Nagini by the shore Queen amidst the rocks, underwater companion of the sea, blue silk-skinned and breathless, she crouches forward. She descends, a serene siren, ...




myth of the Flood >

Noah by James Scruton

 Think how it was the seventh day, and the tenth, the twentieth— how people must have said it couldn’t rain like that forever. And then ...




Muhammad >

Divinity by Samuel Franklin

Dionysius, mother-burned, drunk-struck, rambled insane across continents.    Osiris was quartered, decapitated, castrated, dismembered and plopped in the Nile.   Odin hung himself from the ...




mnemosyne >

The Vessel for a Day Club by Orlaith O'Sullivan

I moved out to the shore in March. Jostled along a narrow road, trying to decipher a map scrawled in The Stag's Head the night ...




middle east >

Blood For Rain by Allison Thai

Blood For Rain Praise be to Allah, to whom belongs all that in heaven and earth. Praise be to Him, who is All-gracious and All-knowing ...




mermaids >

murmuring rock by Elizabeth Sackett

this paperweight home is a careful mix of light and dark. she’s a lorelei, lives where light would not have the audacity to reach, but ...




Menelaus >

Nestor Still Loves War by Iris Gribble-Neal

           Hecamedé loves Nestor a little like a daughter           or a waitress at the Wall Street ...




medusa >

Medusa by Jemma Hoolahan

Medusa was promiscuous. She would flutter her eyelashes and twirl a dark curl around her finger tips, which later men grabbed on to when they ...

Cottonmouth, Loose; Woman on a Grand Piano by Valentyn Smith

Medusa' s suede pudding of taupe toffee coils thrive in odalisque sighs, echo. Minor keys, toothily stain with coffee. Garter gilded thighs open, art deco. ...

Ophidian Daughter by Sam Jowett

The heavens sing (a daughter weeps) for Noble Perseus, son of Zeus, Bestowed with the gifts of Olympia, he climbs Gold wing clad feet, from ...


Medusa's Love Letters by Rebecca Zaritsky

Medusa: An Autobiography by Carroll Susco

Ikons, No Halos: An Interlude by Reed Stirling

The Whole Vault of Heaven by Melissa Dickson

Medusa Reads Hesiod's Theogony at the Bullsboro Golden Corral by Melissa Dickson


More on medusa


Mediterranean >

Cottonmouth, Loose; Woman on a Grand Piano by Valentyn Smith

Medusa' s suede pudding of taupe toffee coils thrive in odalisque sighs, echo. Minor keys, toothily stain with coffee. Garter gilded thighs open, art deco. ...




medieval mythology >

Titivillus by Clayton Ramsey

  His given name was Frank, but his boss, who had studied medieval literature at Princeton, called him Titivillus, Villy for short. Titivillus, he was ...




Medieval Christian Mythology >

Hellsgate by James B. Nicola

I once saw a head of Hellsgate In a book of old English tales      on an illustrated page      (at the side of the stage Of ...




medieval >

In an enchanted wood by James B. Nicola

  [In an enchanted wood]   In an enchanted wood of a remote, dark land a Citadel’s been erected, and remains unbothered, but for the ...




Medea >

Reconciliation Effort by John Zedolik

          Theseus slew the Minotaur and escaped           with the aid of Ariadne’s thread but,             I ...




Mayan >

The Jaguar's Paw by Jennifer Abeles

Listen. Do you think you know what you want or why you want it? You attend my stories because I am so old, because you ...




lycanthropy >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




lousiana >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




lost music >

Notes from Atlantis by Seth Jani

The hermetic music Coming in from a garden Lost underwater Five millenniums Before this day. And we were born To hear again Fragments of its ...




lorelei >

murmuring rock by Elizabeth Sackett

this paperweight home is a careful mix of light and dark. she’s a lorelei, lives where light would not have the audacity to reach, but ...




loa >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




Lillith >

The Garden of Her Absence by Chris Tannlund

  The Archangel Michael lays down his fiery sword. He rests beside the Gate, chin cradled on slender fingers, eyes black with pity. Go on, ...




Lilith >

When Eve kissed Lilith by Jemma Hoolahan

and eve rushed to lilith; hands around her neck, lost in the fire of her hair. and eve pressed her lips to lilith’s as though ...




light and dark >

On Light and Dark by Mariel Tishma

Found in the last hidden place: I’ve been around long enough to hear what’s been said about me, and I’ve been around long enough to ...




lethe >

When the Lethe Drowned Eve's Children by Jennifer Givhan

Gutted by flames, pyres for houses mock our dark nights with burning beds. Open the night. Let out the sky. Fallen earth: we find no ...

Persephone at the Lethe by Joan Bedinger

If only it worked for her she could be satisfied with the asphodel, its petals and stem like bone and ash; she could be satisfied ...

Poetry, January 2007-March 2010 by writer

As part of an overall site update and migration to a new host, the original published pages of Fickle Muses, January 2007 to June 2010, ...




leda >

The Vessel for a Day Club by Orlaith O'Sullivan

I moved out to the shore in March. Jostled along a narrow road, trying to decipher a map scrawled in The Stag's Head the night ...




Lakshman >

Dronagiri Mountain by Ren Adams




Kore Persephone >

HE TOOK MY FLOWERS by Julie Dapper




knights >

In an enchanted wood by James B. Nicola

  [In an enchanted wood]   In an enchanted wood of a remote, dark land a Citadel’s been erected, and remains unbothered, but for the ...




Kinga >

Kinga by Ann Taylor

Kinga (1224-1292) is the patron saint of Poland, honored for providing salt for her subjects. The discovery occurred when she threw her engagement ring into ...




King Arthur >

A Cowboy in Camelot by George Mason

Josh stood in his stirrups stretching his cramped and lanky legs. Shading his eyes from the hot afternoon sun he squinted at the horizon. At ...

The Coming Day by Alyssa Hollingsworth

Ciara stumbled forward, her lungs small with exertion, while her mind kept circling back down the mount. The red of Cymru’s earth stained her hands. ...




Kapo >

Kapo-keho-lele by Kathrine Yets

  I drift across the ocean above a lava coral reef this blue skied noon. I hear a cry echo from the shore.   My ...




Johnny Appleseed >

Apples: By Their Fruit by Rita Moe

  It is, after all, the flesh that matters: The crisp juicy flesh in your mouth,   Sweet nectar in your throat. Not The fruit ...




jewish mysticism >

from "Yossele: a tale in poems" by Robert Reeves

& Sari Krosinsky Instructions (The Golem) “These people are obsessed with blood” Master says. “A joke, if you think about it. They hate us for ...




Jewish >

Mandrakes by Geula Geurts

And the man and his wife hid themselves… —Genesis 3:8     It is the breezy time of day, when God is heard walking in ...




Jesus >

Divinity by Samuel Franklin

Dionysius, mother-burned, drunk-struck, rambled insane across continents.    Osiris was quartered, decapitated, castrated, dismembered and plopped in the Nile.   Odin hung himself from the ...




Jason >

Reconciliation Effort by John Zedolik

          Theseus slew the Minotaur and escaped           with the aid of Ariadne’s thread but,             I ...




Japanese >

Yuki-Onna by Alexandra Ranieri

‘Keep going, men! Go on! Go on!’ The snow carried his caws to us, the snow was all to see. The snow stretched our eyes ...




Israel >

Paradise Lost by Katy Coutley

The first week, a new world. The song of flight: music of life anew.   I worked with clay, but only then. Critters crawled, humans ...




Islam >

Blood For Rain by Allison Thai

Blood For Rain Praise be to Allah, to whom belongs all that in heaven and earth. Praise be to Him, who is All-gracious and All-knowing ...




Isaac and Antigone from Greek drama. >

Sisters conflicted over roles by Carolyn Martin

  (This interview has been edited for clarity and length) Ismene? The youngest one? Now there’s a piece of work I love.                A ...




Indian >

Nagini by the shore by Kavitha Rath

Nagini by the shore Queen amidst the rocks, underwater companion of the sea, blue silk-skinned and breathless, she crouches forward. She descends, a serene siren, ...

Ides of March, Philadelphia by Kavitha Rath

I saw my friend, wrapped in gold and pink, on the Ides of March, slumbering in a halo of silk, her honeyed skin smooth and ...

The Rakshasi in the Kala Yuga by Kavitha Rath

In the dark-water night, She rose from the breath of our Lord Creator, rows of teeth lining her open, sangria mouth-- glinty, pearlized white with ...




India >

Blood For Rain by Allison Thai

Blood For Rain Praise be to Allah, to whom belongs all that in heaven and earth. Praise be to Him, who is All-gracious and All-knowing ...




icarus >

With Icarus in a Cloud by Robin Dawn Hudechek

  I should have fashioned a giant paper airplane or hitched a ride on the back of a kite or swung a rope over a ...

Before Sicily by Paulette Beete

 1.   How to measure the fall of Icarus how to prove Daedalus said Don’t not perhaps….   The daughters of the king of Sicily ...

Dumb Idea Much, Daedalus? by Rich Boucher

Really, Daedalus? Feathers and wax? You have to be the thickest brick in the entire Athenian tool shed, to think a few melted Yankee Candles ...




homer >

Cassandra by Lysbeth Benkert

Cassandra     In spiring.   Breathing you in.   Filling myself up through spiracles and spinning out song from the darkest chirrup corners chirrup ...

The Testament of Birdsong by Douglas Craig

Evangelia   (Gospels) The song of the Northern Cardinal:  clear slurred whistles, lowering in pitch.  Several variations. –  Peterson's Field Guide to Eastern Birds. Of those ...

Proteus by Frederick Hilary

I first encountered Proteus on the sands of Coney Beach, South Wales. I don’t know how old I must have been then; about five or ...


Poetry, January 2007-March 2010 by writer



hindu mythology >

Blood For Rain by Allison Thai

Blood For Rain Praise be to Allah, to whom belongs all that in heaven and earth. Praise be to Him, who is All-gracious and All-knowing ...

Through the Keyhole by Seth Jani

He knocked at a door in mid-winter. The darkness slept around him. Giant ghosts roared in the frost. He did not know what waited At ...




Hindu >

Nagini by the shore by Kavitha Rath

Nagini by the shore Queen amidst the rocks, underwater companion of the sea, blue silk-skinned and breathless, she crouches forward. She descends, a serene siren, ...

Ides of March, Philadelphia by Kavitha Rath

I saw my friend, wrapped in gold and pink, on the Ides of March, slumbering in a halo of silk, her honeyed skin smooth and ...

The Rakshasi in the Kala Yuga by Kavitha Rath

In the dark-water night, She rose from the breath of our Lord Creator, rows of teeth lining her open, sangria mouth-- glinty, pearlized white with ...




hermes >

A Love Letter to Hermes by Rebecca Zaritsky

you are king of packages, of delivery, of humble, of winged feet: you never linger. we touched, years ago, and i have not forgotten your ...




Hera >

and this time by Jemma Hoolahan

And this time Hera leaves Zeus, leaves him angry and fuming; but as she walks away she smiles, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. And ...




Hellsgate >

Hellsgate by James B. Nicola

I once saw a head of Hellsgate In a book of old English tales      on an illustrated page      (at the side of the stage Of ...




Hekate >

Hekate at the Crossroads by Sandi Leibowitz

Where northern road meets western road I place my offering, hoping to appease your demons, the crossroad ghosts that throng at dark of moon.   ...




Hebrew Bible >

In the shadow of... by Roni Weeks

Mother said we are brothers born of the nile basking in the sunlight shed by ra as we danced with stars painted along nut’s breasts ...




Hebrew >

Paradise Lost by Katy Coutley

The first week, a new world. The song of flight: music of life anew.   I worked with clay, but only then. Critters crawled, humans ...

Bible Verses by Robert Reeves

And God said “Let there be light.” And there was light. And God divided the light from the darkness.   But God didn’t make the ...

Adam Expelled by Robert Reeves

“. . . and I did eat.”   The garden ripened, softness into toughness, the drowsing seed into the dropping fruit. Knowledge brought hardness, sight ...




Hawaiian >

Kapo-keho-lele by Kathrine Yets

  I drift across the ocean above a lava coral reef this blue skied noon. I hear a cry echo from the shore.   My ...




Hanuman >

Dronagiri Mountain by Ren Adams




hades >

Almost Spring by Carol Harada

            Down in the Underworld, Hades was held captive by creepy crawly things. With the new flat screen TV turned to the nature channel, his ...

Persephone & the Blood by Melissa Newman-Evans

They say that if it rains while the Sun is shining, the devil must be beating his wife. The devil's wife says, This saying must ...

HE TOOK MY FLOWERS by Julie Dapper


Harvest by Sarah Orton

First Glimpse of Hades by Andrea Potos

So Long, Cy by Mark Kerstetter

Persephone and Hades by Paulette Beete

Ikons, No Halos: An Interlude by Reed Stirling


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Guinevere >

Dr. Guinevere and Mrs. Vak by Alexandra Ranieri

Her face is presented to her. It approaches on tall heels, squeezed into the world. It grins easily; feels no qualms, little loyalty. She apes ...




Guinevak >

Dr. Guinevere and Mrs. Vak by Alexandra Ranieri

Her face is presented to her. It approaches on tall heels, squeezed into the world. It grins easily; feels no qualms, little loyalty. She apes ...




Gretel from Hansel and Gretel >

Gretel by Alicia Elkort

  Then comes Gretel, such a girl, a swirl of disheveled hair   and, starving though she is, sits at my feet, her eyes soft ...




Greek mythos >

Cassandra by Lysbeth Benkert

Cassandra     In spiring.   Breathing you in.   Filling myself up through spiracles and spinning out song from the darkest chirrup corners chirrup ...




Greek Mythology >

Medusa by Jemma Hoolahan

Medusa was promiscuous. She would flutter her eyelashes and twirl a dark curl around her finger tips, which later men grabbed on to when they ...

Shell Game by Reed Stirling

SHELL GAME     The Taverna Paphos lay wedged in an old Venetian block up from the Chania harbour, more grotto than cave, for on ...

and this time by Jemma Hoolahan

And this time Hera leaves Zeus, leaves him angry and fuming; but as she walks away she smiles, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. And ...


A Love Letter to Hermes by Rebecca Zaritsky



Greek >

Cottonmouth, Loose; Woman on a Grand Piano by Valentyn Smith

Medusa' s suede pudding of taupe toffee coils thrive in odalisque sighs, echo. Minor keys, toothily stain with coffee. Garter gilded thighs open, art deco. ...

Modern Eurydice by Samantha Pilecki

Modern Eurydice        I wake up and she’s there, her head tucked under my chin.      Sometimes, this is the best part of the ...

The Phoenix by Nathan Tompkins

The Phoenix Interwoven oak branches scrape against the skin, lie in the dark, listen to depressed rain drops bounce from barren tree limbs, lie in ...




Greece >

Persephone & the Blood by Melissa Newman-Evans

They say that if it rains while the Sun is shining, the devil must be beating his wife. The devil's wife says, This saying must ...

Ophidian Daughter by Sam Jowett

The heavens sing (a daughter weeps) for Noble Perseus, son of Zeus, Bestowed with the gifts of Olympia, he climbs Gold wing clad feet, from ...




granny's house >

Through the Keyhole by Seth Jani

He knocked at a door in mid-winter. The darkness slept around him. Giant ghosts roared in the frost. He did not know what waited At ...




Gorgon >

Medusa: An Autobiography by Carroll Susco

Called me Gorgon. Called me bitch. I did not come for violence, for war, to go to war. I came to tell God’s truth, the ...




golem >

from "Yossele: a tale in poems" by Robert Reeves

& Sari Krosinsky Instructions (The Golem) “These people are obsessed with blood” Master says. “A joke, if you think about it. They hate us for ...




goddess >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




ghede >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




germanic >

murmuring rock by Elizabeth Sackett

this paperweight home is a careful mix of light and dark. she’s a lorelei, lives where light would not have the audacity to reach, but ...




Genesis >

Mandrakes by Geula Geurts

And the man and his wife hid themselves… —Genesis 3:8     It is the breezy time of day, when God is heard walking in ...

Eve's choice by Rose Davis

Sunlight dances on the horizon, outlining the edges of the world in gold. As Eve wakes she feels its warmth on her skin and she ...




Garden of Eden >

Mandrakes by Geula Geurts

And the man and his wife hid themselves… —Genesis 3:8     It is the breezy time of day, when God is heard walking in ...

Apples: By Their Fruit by Rita Moe

  It is, after all, the flesh that matters: The crisp juicy flesh in your mouth,   Sweet nectar in your throat. Not The fruit ...

The Garden of Her Absence by Chris Tannlund

  The Archangel Michael lays down his fiery sword. He rests beside the Gate, chin cradled on slender fingers, eyes black with pity. Go on, ...




Furies >

Old Times by Elisabeth Leekley

  Lenora missed the days when she could fly on her own. The solitude, the silence. Just feathers and air. A time long ago. A ...




Frau Holle >

Hound and Hare by Eva Weggelaar

  The air is full of falling leaves, winter’s crows caw, tears of fog fall from the eaves, as the mist unveils the things you ...




France >

Sleeping Heroes by Ace G. Pilkington

A cave like bone, bowed stone under brittle stone, Hides behind a labyrinth of vines, With slow sleepers lapped in a promise of design. The ...

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




Fates >

Sisyphus Ponders Escape by Tracy May Adair

It's not as if I'm dead. OK, technically, I am dead, but not dead dead like the shades that wander Elysium’s borders.   I'm as ...




Fairy Tales >

Embracing the Calling by Sheikha A.

The stones have drunk her footprints, and in the manner   of a proper uninhibited stupor, they have smattered errantly   on a clear moonlit ...




Faeries >

A Taste of the Number 15 by Caleb Warner

Shamrock, Indiana 1934 Jacob Blake’s Daddy, the greatest Shine maker in the whole Midwest, often told stories about the old wood spirits that roamed the ...




exodus >

In the shadow of... by Roni Weeks

Mother said we are brothers born of the nile basking in the sunlight shed by ra as we danced with stars painted along nut’s breasts ...




evil stepmother >

On Discovering Your New Wife Is An Evil Stepmother by Lisa M. Litrenta

It makes sense now: your mother died. Your mother died, and your father, he couldn’t be alone. He feared for you, too— the motherless child. ...




Eve >

Cottonmouth, Loose; Woman on a Grand Piano by Valentyn Smith

Medusa' s suede pudding of taupe toffee coils thrive in odalisque sighs, echo. Minor keys, toothily stain with coffee. Garter gilded thighs open, art deco. ...

Paradise Lost by Katy Coutley

The first week, a new world. The song of flight: music of life anew.   I worked with clay, but only then. Critters crawled, humans ...

Eve's choice by Rose Davis

Sunlight dances on the horizon, outlining the edges of the world in gold. As Eve wakes she feels its warmth on her skin and she ...


The Garden of Her Absence by Chris Tannlund

When Eve kissed Lilith by Jemma Hoolahan



Eurydice >

Modern Eurydice by Samantha Pilecki

Modern Eurydice        I wake up and she’s there, her head tucked under my chin.      Sometimes, this is the best part of the ...

Charon’s Wife Consoles Eurydice by Julie Kinney

You know, Eurydice it’s for the best this way. How could your man love you with your flesh hanging like rags from your skeleton? And ...




European Christian >

Titivillus by Clayton Ramsey

  His given name was Frank, but his boss, who had studied medieval literature at Princeton, called him Titivillus, Villy for short. Titivillus, he was ...




England >

Hellsgate by James B. Nicola

I once saw a head of Hellsgate In a book of old English tales      on an illustrated page      (at the side of the stage Of ...




enchantment >

In an enchanted wood by James B. Nicola

  [In an enchanted wood]   In an enchanted wood of a remote, dark land a Citadel’s been erected, and remains unbothered, but for the ...




Electra >

Iphianassa by kab

Part 1 Iphianassa sat by the south window of her room. She could see her two sisters down by the palace gate. Electra paced back ...




Eden >

Paradise Lost by Katy Coutley

The first week, a new world. The song of flight: music of life anew.   I worked with clay, but only then. Critters crawled, humans ...




Dronagiri Mountain >

Dronagiri Mountain by Ren Adams




dragons >

The First Dragon by Tyler Omichinski

Many have wondered where dragons came from. If there were great flying lizards roaming the earth, it seems unlikely that humanity would would have been ...




djinn >

Blood For Rain by Allison Thai

Blood For Rain Praise be to Allah, to whom belongs all that in heaven and earth. Praise be to Him, who is All-gracious and All-knowing ...




dionysus >

Dionysus on the Death of Ariadne by Melissa Dickson

I do not admire Perseus for killing one woman, in her bridal dress still breathing of love.  He shook in his hand the deadly face ...




Dionysius >

Divinity by Samuel Franklin

Dionysius, mother-burned, drunk-struck, rambled insane across continents.    Osiris was quartered, decapitated, castrated, dismembered and plopped in the Nile.   Odin hung himself from the ...




Devi >

Ides of March, Philadelphia by Kavitha Rath

I saw my friend, wrapped in gold and pink, on the Ides of March, slumbering in a halo of silk, her honeyed skin smooth and ...




Denmark >

Sleeping Heroes by Ace G. Pilkington

A cave like bone, bowed stone under brittle stone, Hides behind a labyrinth of vines, With slow sleepers lapped in a promise of design. The ...




demeter >

Almost Spring by Carol Harada

            Down in the Underworld, Hades was held captive by creepy crawly things. With the new flat screen TV turned to the nature channel, his ...

Ides of March, Philadelphia by Kavitha Rath

I saw my friend, wrapped in gold and pink, on the Ides of March, slumbering in a halo of silk, her honeyed skin smooth and ...

HE TOOK MY FLOWERS by Julie Dapper


Naiad of the Lefka Ori by Reed Stirling

Why ever should Demeter mourn? by Alison Noble

In Hindsight, Demeter Thinks of What To Tell Her Daughter by Andrea Potos

The Perfect Match by Adele Gardner



Daphne >

An amorous vignette by Tiffany Babb

  Her feet twitch one last time before being stilled forever.   A dangling reminder that they could not move fast enough to carry her ...




danae >

The Vessel for a Day Club by Orlaith O'Sullivan

I moved out to the shore in March. Jostled along a narrow road, trying to decipher a map scrawled in The Stag's Head the night ...




daedalus >

Before Sicily by Paulette Beete

 1.   How to measure the fall of Icarus how to prove Daedalus said Don’t not perhaps….   The daughters of the king of Sicily ...

Dumb Idea Much, Daedalus? by Rich Boucher

Really, Daedalus? Feathers and wax? You have to be the thickest brick in the entire Athenian tool shed, to think a few melted Yankee Candles ...

Daedalus by James B. Nicola

It must have been difficult having him for a father, the way he kept dabbling in science, design, and invention. O, wasn’t he young once? ...




Cuzco >

Thoughts on the Lost Fountain in Cuzco by Juan J. Morales

If I lived hundreds of years ago I would beg passersby to exhume the temple’s lost fountainhead, where sacred water once rose from unknown wells. ...




creation story >

On Light and Dark by Mariel Tishma

Found in the last hidden place: I’ve been around long enough to hear what’s been said about me, and I’ve been around long enough to ...

Adam Expelled by Robert Reeves

“. . . and I did eat.”   The garden ripened, softness into toughness, the drowsing seed into the dropping fruit. Knowledge brought hardness, sight ...




creation >

Through the Keyhole by Seth Jani

He knocked at a door in mid-winter. The darkness slept around him. Giant ghosts roared in the frost. He did not know what waited At ...




Clytemnestra >

Clytemnestra Confesses To Killing Agamemnon by Iris Gribble-Neal

           A jury of 12 women finds she acted in self-defense   Of course I killed the Achaean. He sacrificed our ...




citadel >

In an enchanted wood by James B. Nicola

  [In an enchanted wood]   In an enchanted wood of a remote, dark land a Citadel’s been erected, and remains unbothered, but for the ...




Cihuateotl >

Cihuateotl by Dani Raschel Jiménez

A Mexica woman, her talons fluid like snakes, seduced my lover to her side, smooth as liquid, side a slab of flesh that would fire ...




Charlemagne >

Sleeping Heroes by Ace G. Pilkington

A cave like bone, bowed stone under brittle stone, Hides behind a labyrinth of vines, With slow sleepers lapped in a promise of design. The ...




changelings >

Imposter Syndrome by Champagne E Girten

  There is an imposter in my home and yet, not quite and no one will speak of it but everyone knows, the chill in ...




Cerberus >

Sisyphus Ponders Escape by Tracy May Adair

It's not as if I'm dead. OK, technically, I am dead, but not dead dead like the shades that wander Elysium’s borders.   I'm as ...




celtic >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




Catholic Religion >

The Dark Night of the Soul by Laurette Viteritti-Folk

  First there was Edward. Winter turned to spring and I watched him exist in different seasons, retiring his blazers with khakis, his red cashmere ...




Cassandra >

Cassandra by Lysbeth Benkert

Cassandra     In spiring.   Breathing you in.   Filling myself up through spiracles and spinning out song from the darkest chirrup corners chirrup ...

Indigo Child by Marisa Mills

December. You wake seemingly for no reason at all. Half-asleep, you note two things. One: it's a nuisance to wake up in the early hours ...

Clytemnestra Confesses To Killing Agamemnon by Iris Gribble-Neal

           A jury of 12 women finds she acted in self-defense   Of course I killed the Achaean. He sacrificed our ...


Cassandra Stands in Front of the House by Kathleen Kirk

Cassandra Goes Over the Top by Kathleen Kirk

Cassandra Teaches Everything to Her Brother by Kathleen Kirk

Cassandra & Greek Warrior by Phyllis Bertoni Krosinsky



canada >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




camelot >

A Cowboy in Camelot by George Mason

Josh stood in his stirrups stretching his cramped and lanky legs. Shading his eyes from the hot afternoon sun he squinted at the horizon. At ...




cajan >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




Cain and Abel >

"Am I My Brother's Keeper?" by Amanda Faye

  Splash. That was how it all started. With a splash.                My brother and I sat in our dugout canoe, in the middle of ...




but made mythical by those who appreciated and adored her >

Kinga by Ann Taylor

Kinga (1224-1292) is the patron saint of Poland, honored for providing salt for her subjects. The discovery occurred when she threw her engagement ring into ...




burning bush >

In the shadow of... by Roni Weeks

Mother said we are brothers born of the nile basking in the sunlight shed by ra as we danced with stars painted along nut’s breasts ...




Buddhism >

Dronagiri Mountain by Ren Adams




Buddha >

Divinity by Samuel Franklin

Dionysius, mother-burned, drunk-struck, rambled insane across continents.    Osiris was quartered, decapitated, castrated, dismembered and plopped in the Nile.   Odin hung himself from the ...




Britain >

Sleeping Heroes by Ace G. Pilkington

A cave like bone, bowed stone under brittle stone, Hides behind a labyrinth of vines, With slow sleepers lapped in a promise of design. The ...




Briseus >

Agamemnon Holds a Full House by Iris Gribble-Neal

             Briseus is just another ante in war   Briseus comes through the kitchen, the back door, stepping out of ...




Brigid >

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves by Valentyn Smith

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...




Blessed Mother >

The Dark Night of the Soul by Laurette Viteritti-Folk

  First there was Edward. Winter turned to spring and I watched him exist in different seasons, retiring his blazers with khakis, his red cashmere ...




birth of Aphrodite in shell and affairs of the heart >

Shell Game by Reed Stirling

SHELL GAME     The Taverna Paphos lay wedged in an old Venetian block up from the Chania harbour, more grotto than cave, for on ...




biblical >

On Light and Dark by Mariel Tishma

Found in the last hidden place: I’ve been around long enough to hear what’s been said about me, and I’ve been around long enough to ...




Bible >

When Eve kissed Lilith by Jemma Hoolahan

and eve rushed to lilith; hands around her neck, lost in the fire of her hair. and eve pressed her lips to lilith’s as though ...




Beowulf >

Grendel's Mother by Maureen McDonnell McElroy

Inseminated by the race of Cain, mere-mother suckled a monster. Her only son smothered into rage, walker alone in the wetlands, in the mead hall ...




baba yaga >

Through the Keyhole by Seth Jani

He knocked at a door in mid-winter. The darkness slept around him. Giant ghosts roared in the frost. He did not know what waited At ...




Aurora >

An Ode to Aurora by Nancy Iannucci

You summon me, the Night, in my demesne to pierce my heart of darkness! In prism-dewdrop time, you warm me, tenderly, with phosphorescent blues with ...




Atreus >

Cassandra Stands in Front of the House by Kathleen Kirk

of Atreus again, unwilling to go in. She wonders why she keeps finding herself here. She pretends to wonder. She tells anyone who will listen, ...




Atlantis >

In an enchanted wood by James B. Nicola

  [In an enchanted wood]   In an enchanted wood of a remote, dark land a Citadel’s been erected, and remains unbothered, but for the ...

Notes from Atlantis by Seth Jani

The hermetic music Coming in from a garden Lost underwater Five millenniums Before this day. And we were born To hear again Fragments of its ...




Arthur >

Sleeping Heroes by Ace G. Pilkington

A cave like bone, bowed stone under brittle stone, Hides behind a labyrinth of vines, With slow sleepers lapped in a promise of design. The ...




Ariadne >

Reconciliation Effort by John Zedolik

          Theseus slew the Minotaur and escaped           with the aid of Ariadne’s thread but,             I ...

Ariadne by Adele Gardner

Still dawn. She perches, angled in the chair-- Chin sharp in sleep, joints stark through soft-worn clothes, Her eyelids tense, ridged even in repose, One ...

Dionysus on the Death of Ariadne by Melissa Dickson

I do not admire Perseus for killing one woman, in her bridal dress still breathing of love.  He shook in his hand the deadly face ...




arabic folklore >

Blood For Rain by Allison Thai

Blood For Rain Praise be to Allah, to whom belongs all that in heaven and earth. Praise be to Him, who is All-gracious and All-knowing ...




Apple Corp. >

Apples: By Their Fruit by Rita Moe

  It is, after all, the flesh that matters: The crisp juicy flesh in your mouth,   Sweet nectar in your throat. Not The fruit ...




Apollo >

An amorous vignette by Tiffany Babb

  Her feet twitch one last time before being stilled forever.   A dangling reminder that they could not move fast enough to carry her ...




antiope >

The Vessel for a Day Club by Orlaith O'Sullivan

I moved out to the shore in March. Jostled along a narrow road, trying to decipher a map scrawled in The Stag's Head the night ...




ancient Greek myth >

Reconciliation Effort by John Zedolik

          Theseus slew the Minotaur and escaped           with the aid of Ariadne’s thread but,             I ...




American Pie >

Apples: By Their Fruit by Rita Moe

  It is, after all, the flesh that matters: The crisp juicy flesh in your mouth,   Sweet nectar in your throat. Not The fruit ...




Agamemnon >

Agamemnon Holds a Full House by Iris Gribble-Neal

             Briseus is just another ante in war   Briseus comes through the kitchen, the back door, stepping out of ...

Clytemnestra Confesses To Killing Agamemnon by Iris Gribble-Neal

           A jury of 12 women finds she acted in self-defense   Of course I killed the Achaean. He sacrificed our ...




aeneid >

A Tribute to the Angels of the Lost Empyrean by Jim Newcombe

Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo. -VIRGIL, Aeneid Smoke and fire’s darkly charring luminosity glamours the hearth with silky gusts of gold, like liquid flags ...




Adam >

Paradise Lost by Katy Coutley

The first week, a new world. The song of flight: music of life anew.   I worked with clay, but only then. Critters crawled, humans ...

Eve's choice by Rose Davis

Sunlight dances on the horizon, outlining the edges of the world in gold. As Eve wakes she feels its warmth on her skin and she ...

The Garden of Her Absence by Chris Tannlund

  The Archangel Michael lays down his fiery sword. He rests beside the Gate, chin cradled on slender fingers, eyes black with pity. Go on, ...




achilles >

Achilles's Sister by Christie Ricardo

In the telling, they forgot Achilles later had a sister birthed through foam-flecked mourning. Her mother labored, faint as vapor, salt as sea, and pressed ...




a historical figure >

Kinga by Ann Taylor

Kinga (1224-1292) is the patron saint of Poland, honored for providing salt for her subjects. The discovery occurred when she threw her engagement ring into ...




Author/Artist/Editor

Ace G. Pilkington >

Sleeping Heroes

A cave like bone, bowed stone under brittle stone, Hides behind a labyrinth of vines, With slow sleepers lapped in a promise of design. The ...


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Adam Yeater >

Citiscape

“Citiscape” by Adam Yeater


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Adele Gardner >

Ariadne

Still dawn. She perches, angled in the chair-- Chin sharp in sleep, joints stark through soft-worn clothes, Her eyelids tense, ridged even in repose, One ...

Mermaid

I'd had nightmares, but I wasn't ready. Just last week he loved me so intensely, his eyes memorizing my face, the curve where hip joins ...

The Perfect Match

Their boughs bend low beneath her crushing hand. (Obeisance cannot sway a grieving god.) The living trees are helpless where they stand, Awake and murdered ...


More by/about Adele Gardner

Aileen O'Connell >

Where Lost Things Go

Katherine had plans when the ghost got through, her birthday party on Friday and a date with Henry on Saturday. But near midnight on Thursday, ...


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Alan LaCerra >

Cassandra's Heir

My goose bumps forecast rain, but no one listens. Instead, Mother gathers tuna and water bottles into wicker, Father rummages through cupboards for the bug ...


More by/about Alan LaCerra

Alan Morrison >

Ganymede

1. The cufflink-sleeved, dust-jacket scholar, Moth-thoughts fluttering in their coffer, Surrounded in books, not bottles, Binges on the glue of leather bind. Horizons crammed in ...


More by/about Alan Morrison

Alan Price >

The Minotaur Salesman

(After Picasso’s The Blind Minotaur etchings in The Vollard Suite) A bullish salesman cornered the Pyrenees; selling oriental rugs to the bourgeoisie. One day the ...


More by/about Alan Price

Alex Galper >

Daring Winter Escape

That December, Rocking in a chair And reading Rumi, I ceased to reflect in a mirror. You broke into tears: “How can I trust you ...


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Alexandra Isacson >

Salem 1692

The spells come while kneading rye bread, pushing the ocean waves back. With praying hands to Saint Anthony, tongues of flame wash through my limbs. ...


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Alexandra Ranieri >

Yuki-Onna

‘Keep going, men! Go on! Go on!’ The snow carried his caws to us, the snow was all to see. The snow stretched our eyes ...

Dr. Guinevere and Mrs. Vak

Her face is presented to her. It approaches on tall heels, squeezed into the world. It grins easily; feels no qualms, little loyalty. She apes ...


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Alicia Elkort >

Gretel

  Then comes Gretel, such a girl, a swirl of disheveled hair   and, starving though she is, sits at my feet, her eyes soft ...


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Alison Noble >

Why ever should Demeter mourn?

         For her lost daughter, Demeter wears the colours of fall, then those of winter.        First, the brazen reds ...


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Allen M. Weber >

The Toast

I have cirrhosis—shouldn’t drink—no insurance and no steady job. I offend the passing pious—I am their Wandering Jew— but if I clean their eaves or ...

Another Timely Descent

It never occurred to me if Pluto should be considered a planet. I can barely remember the circumference of your sun, let alone care to ...

For the Spurned (upon my death)

I suppose there are too few of them to pass the hours, as I have, pondering reflections in the pool. Make no mistake, if I ...


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Allison Thai >

Blood For Rain

Blood For Rain Praise be to Allah, to whom belongs all that in heaven and earth. Praise be to Him, who is All-gracious and All-knowing ...


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Alyssa Hollingsworth >

The Coming Day

Ciara stumbled forward, her lungs small with exertion, while her mind kept circling back down the mount. The red of Cymru’s earth stained her hands. ...


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Amanda Faye >

"Am I My Brother's Keeper?"

  Splash. That was how it all started. With a splash.                My brother and I sat in our dugout canoe, in the middle of ...


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Amy Bernays >

Santa Monica Pylon

“Santa Monica Pylon” by Amy Bernays


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Amy Jo Huffman >

The Blood of a Believer

"By telling you anything at all I’m at least believing in you, I believe you’re there, I believe you into being.” —Margaret Atwood's   “The ...


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Anca Vlasopolos >

The Eastland Daphne

for Anthony Are suburban malls so different from the sheepfold? That pastoral vision, compounded of too much ozone, glare off white rocks and dust, shattered ...


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Andre Monserrat >

Flotsam

As the ship sank, I could only recall the sailors’ warnings of the mermaids who patrolled these waters. “Do not make eye contact, for you ...

Phoenix

"Phoenix" by Andre Monserrat


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Andrea Potos >

In Hindsight, Demeter Thinks of What To Tell Her Daughter

Not every danger points down my daughter, some stalk the air--his words-- beware his claims of your beauty so great he nearly crashed his chariot ...

First Glimpse of Hades

Shudders in the chest, palls of thrill in the air-- Upon her.....an avalanche of fire and snow.     Contributor's Notes: Andrea Potos is the ...

We Heard It Before We Saw It

............Trevi Fountain, Rome   that first exhausted day, dazed and wandering the cobblestones from Pantheon to Piazza di Spagna, we came upon it as one ...


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Andrew H. Oerke >

Narcissus in Love: What the Figure in the Mirror Said

When you abandon my rectangular framework I drown in pure uninhabited light. You rub me out but you will bring me back, for what kind ...


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Angela Williams >

Waking the Beast

Every night since our wedding, we lay on opposite sides of the bed, backs to each other. This is after his heavy weight sinks me ...


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Angie Harrison >

Eve

I abide summers that twist amid your wild briar coverts, and immense evenings that blossom like a red bruise.   As you shudder flesh into ...

Leto

On the face of the dark water, woman’s white form (curved as the first gull-wing would be curved and both foam-carved) moved in orbits, gravid ...

Bloodsister

At full moon, fat and pale as a pearl, I enter the hut.   Drums beat a slow throb beneath my belly, dark circles the ...


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Ann Taylor >

Kinga

Kinga (1224-1292) is the patron saint of Poland, honored for providing salt for her subjects. The discovery occurred when she threw her engagement ring into ...


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Anna Alexandra Isacson >

The Delphic Oracle

There she is stoned again. Sitting on her diaphanous gown rocking over the edge of the world on a three legged stool. The breath of ...


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Anna Bennetts >

Blonde Burning

Goldilocks came to visit me today. Her voice was a telephone  telling the truth. No  ing’s, the drawl of iron licorice, the news that Papa ...


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Anna Eggemeyer >

The Bus Stop Dreaming

A quiet half-moon gives meager light to the coastal city, a place that reclines into the foothills at the base of the greenish-blue water. As ...


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Anne Brannen >

Mnemosyne: Meeting Stephanie For Dinner

If Mnemosyne abandoned you on a bus in Afghanistan, where you sat on a box of radios, smuggling connection over the border, if she took ...


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Annette Basalyga >

SLEEPING BEAUTY: in three acts

1. The curse was caught upon the needle’s point. The brocade stiffened into marbled folds. But the palace seamstress who could design décolletage sure to ...

Two Wives

1. Less the hot oil than the touch of her close look woke Eros to lamp light, her polished wrists, and back behind the rim ...

Fairy Tales

Whereupon doth very seldom an ill soul dwell in a beautiful body.             “The Courtier”             Castigilone I never questioned that the giant grew with ...


In Seclusion

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Annie Dawid >

fern babies

“fern babies” by Annie Dawid

calla

“calla” by Annie Dawid

Lantern with Words

“Lantern with Words” by Annie Dawid


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Araldia Primbee >

Trans*formation

pink and cyan fractal designed by Araldia


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Barbara J. Williams >

A Tale of a Tree

In a far distant place at a long distant time, men, all at once, without warning, without worry, knew where God had buried Truth. The ...


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Billie Bernard >

Little Red

In college there was a path in the woods called The Rape Trail. Most nights I’d deny escorts and walk it alone to my dorm. ...


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Billy Reynolds >

Rhea

When she was fifteen, my sister broke her neck. She was gone all night, out of the juvie only a few days before, up on ...


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Brandi L. Perry >

Reading Lysistrata In a Group Setting

Your hands cradle the steeple of your bare feet, I imagine crawling over to you, falling together on the carpet, my hair covering your face, ...

Pandora

He doesn’t touch her at night as though to do so would break the chrysalis that houses her heart, encloses it in bright sea glass ...


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Buff Whitman Bradley >

The Unhappy Prince—an opera

For the overture imagine a clarinet a clarinet so long you have to stand on a ladder to play it and then imagine a loaf ...

The legend of unJim

The story goes this way This is how they tell it It’s an old story Now it’s starting There was a poet Or maybe he ...

In the myths of parrots

In the myths of parrots it isn’t clear whether God created parrots or the other way around. The name of the first parrot was All-Over-the-Place, ...


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Caleb Warner >

A Taste of the Number 15

Shamrock, Indiana 1934 Jacob Blake’s Daddy, the greatest Shine maker in the whole Midwest, often told stories about the old wood spirits that roamed the ...


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Carol Harada >

Almost Spring

            Down in the Underworld, Hades was held captive by creepy crawly things. With the new flat screen TV turned to the nature channel, his ...


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Carolyn Adams >

Sweet Cybele

Three a.m. is a lonely hour to die. But there are worse things. Cybele follows a man to a small, cold room. He spends a ...

Building The God

In a stone basin of fresh water the host shall purify his hands and mouth. The subject shall be led to the dew ground.  In ...


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Carolyn Martin >

Sisters conflicted over roles, Part II

Sisters conflicted over roles, Part II (This interview has been edited for clarity and length)   Damn Antigone? Yes, my words. Gutsy, but understand promises ...

Sisters conflicted over roles

  (This interview has been edited for clarity and length) Ismene? The youngest one? Now there’s a piece of work I love.                A ...


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Carroll Susco >

Medusa: An Autobiography

Called me Gorgon. Called me bitch. I did not come for violence, for war, to go to war. I came to tell God’s truth, the ...


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Chad V. Broughman >

Sweet Gluttony

In her prime, Adephagia would frolick in Sicily’s bounty – camel-hued fields of wheat and barley… ~ “No more.” She turned her head. The dirty-pink ...


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Champagne E Girten >

Imposter Syndrome

  There is an imposter in my home and yet, not quite and no one will speak of it but everyone knows, the chill in ...


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Charlotte Pence >

Loss and Attainment

The Trojans kept Helen for twelve years, winning at least a little while. So often we focus on the loss rather than the years of ...

Date Night

Leda, Leto, Echo…. Striped by porch-light, stretched across our bed, his fattened chest humps up like a boat on a flat sea. Beating dead center ...

At Opry Mills Mall

People-watching outside The Gap, Zeus and I smell the anxious celebration of Saturday night: food-court fries, freshly-showered skins that hint of chlorine, musk aftershave. We ...


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Charly Clerge >

lady veronica

“‘18’x‘24’ lady veronica” by Charly Clerge


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Chris Joyner >

The Universe Has No Center, Yet Somehow Convergence Emerges

Italicized text lifted from Venus, by Organik Venus, Venus, and Venus. 3 namesake sisters, melted together… covering each other with brightness as artist book Gently, ...


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Chris Tannlund >

The Garden of Her Absence

  The Archangel Michael lays down his fiery sword. He rests beside the Gate, chin cradled on slender fingers, eyes black with pity. Go on, ...


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Christie Ricardo >

Achilles's Sister

In the telling, they forgot Achilles later had a sister birthed through foam-flecked mourning. Her mother labored, faint as vapor, salt as sea, and pressed ...


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Christopher Woods >

An Invitation to the Fog

“An Invitation to the Fog” by Christopher Woods

Sunrise with Trees

“Sunrise with Trees” by Christopher Woods

A Light In The Parlor

“A Light In The Parlor” by Christopher Woods


"A Tale of Two Houses," "Crystal and Pond House" and "The Road Veers Away"

Dawn Abstract 1

Morning Dream Place

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Chuck Rybak >

Cinderella, as Told by Birds

Pity did not draw us to her, did not call us to soothe the pale creature. It was the hazel tree. Fresh tree. Tear-grown tree. ...

Homer-Erotic

When I first heard the word “homoerotic” we were learning the Iliad in class, so naturally I heard “Homer-erotic,” which, given the number of men ...

Atlas on the Stairs

When we plucked the table from the curbside trash, one you eyed and imagined in the corner of a sun-lit room, you asked, Will you ...


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Clarissa Grunwald >

Wake

Penelope, what are you going to do with that body? You’ve laid it out in the kitchen and waited for the ants to come, and ...


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Claudia Van Gerven >

Ismene at Colonus

He is old and mutters to himself. Anger hones him like a blade his hand on my shoulder, sharp as a hook. He won't use ...


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Clayton Ramsey >

Titivillus

  His given name was Frank, but his boss, who had studied medieval literature at Princeton, called him Titivillus, Villy for short. Titivillus, he was ...


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Clyde Grauke >

Bast Temple

”Bast Temple” by Clyde Grauke

The Silent Witness

“The Silent Witness” by Clyde Grauke


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Connie Vaughn >

Prometheus Outbound

P. leaned against the rocks and said, “I’m tired,” to no one in particular, which was just fine since no one was there. Or rather, ...

The World and the Fall

                                    Later, dead, we excavated a context for this unexpected losing of an earth. God said she’d tried to warn us, but we’d put her into ...

Waking Up

Sleep is just a way of counting the centuries. I couldn’t keep my eyes open when I thought of the thickets you would go through. ...


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Cran Herlihy >

“the maiden lay dreaming” and “palmleaf with a twist”

“the maiden lay dreaming” by Cran Herlihy“palmleaf with a twist” by Cran Herlihy


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Cynthia Belmont >

Valentine

The call of death is a call of love. —Hermann Hesse The Grim Reaper waits at the bar, ice cubes cracking in his glass, scythe ...

Lady Godiva, Twenty Years Later

Leofric’s snore plunders the dark. She rises from the bed, white nightdress twisted between her legs, walks toward the image of the eye— blue flame ...


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Dale Harris >

Penelope

Husband, I cry you to me, call and conjure! Use this moon, this silvered saucer of a moon to bring you home. You are away ...


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Dani Raschel Jiménez >

Cihuateotl

A Mexica woman, her talons fluid like snakes, seduced my lover to her side, smooth as liquid, side a slab of flesh that would fire ...


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David Cravens >

Poïesis

             In memory of Joseph Campbell and James Dickey   .......................look upon me as the bastard daughter ......................................of music and prose ..........................suspended in a jar ...

Flower Hercules

in the midst of a shaded Venn union dwell the aristocracy of man Ayn Rand – Gandhi – Newton Egill Skallagrímsson – killer and healer ...

Mother of Gods and Men

midwinter brings warm hearth and clean bed for victory provides bread— but bread only   as I wake on the jungle floor alone apart for ...


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David Macpherson >

The Loud and the Silence

In the beginning there was the megaphone, orange like a citrus galaxy. This was before star time. Now, was only the megaphone. But there was ...


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David O'Connell >

Ariadne

Ten trillion fevered suns have drowned ---------since on this island illness left me ------------------quarantined. In sweat-soaked dreams I shriek the awful plummet down: ---------the sun-kissed ...

Icarus

Fuck your cautionary tale. I have ears, heard his warning, knew what I wanted. So? No sob. No could’ve been. Try this cliché for keeps: ...

Daedalus

Barely older than you will always be, I vowed to honor her till death. Should I have known, those months we swelled with hope, that ...


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David W. Landrum >

At Your Desire

Sossity Chandler spotted the guy after she had sung four songs. She was playing a bar in a town called Corinth—the bartender told her the ...


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David Wood >

Gnome Man’s Land

10 November 1918, Verdun, France.  Harold Flansburg has been stationed at that hell of a battlefield since October.  This hallow ground resembled nothing like it ...


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Dawn Vogel >

Bringing Light to the World

Seagull groaned as she cocked an ear toward the forest floor below. Her cousin, Raven, hopped along the trail, whistling as though he was just ...


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Debotri Dhar >

Akaal Vasanta (Untimely Spring)

It feels like the first time. The friendly river that had belonged to her in her youth suddenly seems a lifetime away. In its place ...


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Derek McCrea >

"Route 66 Gas Station" and "Route 66"

“Route 66” by Derek McCrea“Route 66 Gas Station” by Derek McCrea

oil sun

“oil sun” by Derek McCrea


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Devon Miller-Duggan >

Jephthah’s Daughter

Somewhere in the background, there are always mountains, And a wild-haired dark daughter running Up and down the tanned, cracked slopes Crying for herself While ...

Penelope at the Loom

for Penelope Necowitz All day weaving In the sight of a roomful of men Who spend all day strutting In the sight of each other, ...

Ophelia to Ondine

Ophelia in the water aware Only of the stroke and slide Of cold beneath her frock and Ornate petticoats, of how it Offers solace to ...


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Donna Lewis Cowan >

Virgo

She bundles in speechless layers of white, each curve an afterthought.  Her hem bobbing at her ankles, she holds a shaft of wheat, an ear ...

Daphne & Apollo: Meditations

1. Beneath a hood of leaves, spiced with new gold, I lean into bark— Daphne in her escape, not quite grown— the jugular body of ...


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Donna Vorreyer >

Your Mind Wanders During the MRI

They tell you to remove your valuables, your metal, settle you with music, tell you to remain perfectly still, relax. But the music disappears with ...

Reprieve

The myth has gotten it wrong. Narcissus loved the water, not himself, loved the blur and swirl of the rippling river where any face can ...


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Dorie LaRue >

A Tale From Old Iona

The priest found her on the rain-beaten beach. His cloak flopped austerely in the wind, his lengthy address took its starting point from Columba’s copybook, ...


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Dorothy Chan >

Down the Rabbit Hole We Go Into Shibuya Land

“Last night, I dreamt of an Outback Steakhouse in Tokyo,” I said, your fingers gliding up my back, cinching my waist in the blue Lolita ...


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Doug Ramspeck >

Cocytus

I have carried it with me through the winter. February evening carving wind-sweep       across sprawling drifts of snow. Late light ebbing pale and barren on ...

Rhapsode

Years before he would sing in Ionic Greek of the brave souls fallen as carrion for the dogs, of the bloody siege of Ilion, of ...

TKE

Charon and Chiron were frat boys together in college.  Few people could tell them apart.  True, Chiron was half man, half horse, while Charon was ...


Epimenides

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Douglas Craig >

The Testament of Birdsong

Evangelia   (Gospels) The song of the Northern Cardinal:  clear slurred whistles, lowering in pitch.  Several variations. –  Peterson's Field Guide to Eastern Birds. Of those ...


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Douglas Penick >

Fragments of the Vanished Ones:

S o n g s  W r i t t e n  o n F u n e r a r y  O b j ...


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Dymon Lewis >

An Introduction to the Classics

The Birth of Venus I. Who is she? The question hovers over the class like a swollen raincloud threatening to release a torrent of inquiry. ...


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E. Louise Beach >

Daphne

Love pursued me. I resisted. Come, Darling. Know me, he intoned. I dug in; took root. Years passed. Only the breeze Plays with my hair. ...


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Edward Ahern >

Puzwuk The Orphan Boy And The Starving Time

*Note on the text Some while ago, in the now Alaskan place where the mountains came down to the sea, and in spring the walrus ...


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Eleanor Leonne Bennett >

church

“church” by Eleanor Leonne Bennett

fire from steam

"fire from steam" by Eleanor Leonne Bennett


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Elena Kubler >

Rising

“Rising” by Elena Kubler


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Elisabeth Leekley >

Old Times

  Lenora missed the days when she could fly on her own. The solitude, the silence. Just feathers and air. A time long ago. A ...


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Elizabeth Sackett >

murmuring rock

this paperweight home is a careful mix of light and dark. she’s a lorelei, lives where light would not have the audacity to reach, but ...


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Eric Martin >

The Cross

And when I’d opened my eyes, I saw in the distance, through the wisps of red smoke, a cross on the desolate hillside, its tiny ...


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Eva Weggelaar >

Hound and Hare

  The air is full of falling leaves, winter’s crows caw, tears of fog fall from the eaves, as the mist unveils the things you ...


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Felicia Mitchell >

Minerva at 48

If she’s not teaching somebody something, or whispering advice to the current chief of state, there’s at least one committee meeting to attend: dramatic options, ...

Cerberus Revisited

“Wretched soul that I am,” he said, “I have no heart for a pet.” Ciacco the Glutton Raw flesh is not for sale at PetSmart, ...


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Frederick Hilary >

Proteus

I first encountered Proteus on the sands of Coney Beach, South Wales. I don’t know how old I must have been then; about five or ...


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Gabriel Balente Garcia >

Neptunus

Waterwaker, earth- Quaker, taker of lives, how   You wash’d upon our Landlubber brood Standing tall, Half-naked – Trident in hand, Your beard like sand ...

Pandora

Goddess of Muted Tongues, Deity of Failed, Sex- less Marriages, you have your daughters and they have their husbands. You have your sons and they ...


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Gabriella M. Belfiglio >

The Briar Speaks

     Her curse was our period of glory.               Everything became so quiet—no galling chatter   of humans, no jarring ...

The Princess and the Pea

It’s not so much that my bed was uncomfortable— more that I was overtired from the storm and lonely in this strange house, not to ...


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Gale Acuff >

Confession

I’m in the first grade and falling in love for the first time. In alphabetical order we sit—I’m the first A of A’s so that ...


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George Mason >

A Cowboy in Camelot

Josh stood in his stirrups stretching his cramped and lanky legs. Shading his eyes from the hot afternoon sun he squinted at the horizon. At ...


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George Paracka >

Narcissus

On a bare, placid wall face, between two sets of matching drapes pristine white and printed with pink flowers on thin green stalks, there hung ...


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Geula Geurts >

Mandrakes

And the man and his wife hid themselves… —Genesis 3:8     It is the breezy time of day, when God is heard walking in ...


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Gregory Dolnikowski >

fractured reality

”fractured reality” by Gregory Dolnikowski


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Howard Camner >

The Man in the Moon for Real

He lived on my street under an alias I met him one time, by accident When he introduced himself he said, “If a man has ...

Kismet

She wanted to be a ballerina but she had webbed toes so she became a mermaid instead All day long she would sit on a ...

Bonus Eventus
(god of happy endings)

He washes your windshield for a quarter whether you like it or not He relieves himself on the Torch of Freedom just to prove a ...


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Iris Gribble-Neal >

Agamemnon Holds a Full House

             Briseus is just another ante in war   Briseus comes through the kitchen, the back door, stepping out of ...

Nestor Still Loves War

           Hecamedé loves Nestor a little like a daughter           or a waitress at the Wall Street ...

Clytemnestra Confesses To Killing Agamemnon

           A jury of 12 women finds she acted in self-defense   Of course I killed the Achaean. He sacrificed our ...


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Isabalino A. Guzman >

A Renegade of Dream

Based on a Puerto Rican Myth   In my dream: In search for wings, a stranger offers to stretch skin; a cloth of flesh linking ...


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Israel Wasserstein >

Conversation with Zeus

Anything can be a god if you’re not careful, he says. Behind him, clouds crawl over the mountain, drop into the valley like petitioners.                           It ...

The Gods Play Poker

Three in the morning, the room reeks of incense and cow blood, and they’re just looking for a break. They’ve told their women they can’t ...

Stepping into the Woods

Turn around. The woods have swallowed you already. The way in is easier than the way out. Obey these rules: Stay on the path. Do ...


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J.V. Foerster >

Fairy Tales Simply Put

As you get older you realize there are things that really happen like maybe Red Riding Hood did spend some time in the belly of ...


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Jacqueline West >

Teenage Atlas, in the Kitchen

His cereal spoon is a hundred pound weight. The mug is resentful. His arms hang limp, gravity yanking him like a leash. He’s been sinking ...

Life through a Black Net Veil

Each morning is a rusted keyhole. The air parts resentfully, cold crawling to the dustless corners. On the pale wallpaper hyacinths bloom ceaselessly; polyester amaranths ...


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James B. Nicola >

In an enchanted wood

  [In an enchanted wood]   In an enchanted wood of a remote, dark land a Citadel’s been erected, and remains unbothered, but for the ...

Hellsgate

I once saw a head of Hellsgate In a book of old English tales      on an illustrated page      (at the side of the stage Of ...

Sisyphus Revisited

He’s a boy, he’s a boor, he’s a bear, he is doomed and is not doomed and is not dead but living in a heaven ...


In Crosswords We Recall

Daedalus

Ariadne

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James C. Burbank >

Cartesian Kangaroos

We have to stop thinking of ourselves as any different from marsupials. There never has been a Cartesian plane, an infinite, two-dimensional surface. There never ...


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James Scruton >

Noah

 Think how it was the seventh day, and the tenth, the twentieth— how people must have said it couldn’t rain like that forever. And then ...

Two Epilogues

1. AFTER ILIUM   We’d pass each watch by likening the fires in the camps beyond to stars on water, tossed coins, harness buckles on ...

Baucis and Philemon

We love happy endings, rewards for the deserving and long-suffering—heroes made constellations, devoted lovers flowers, or better yet a pair of trees growing ever in ...


Galatea

Last Day in Paradise

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Janice D. Soderling >

Centaurs

Centaurs gallop in the dew-wet night, in our deepest knowledge, in our forgetfulness: their hooves never pity the trampled grass, but their hands will remember ...

The Unicorn and the Rider

To blue-bottomed pools transparent as morning goes the unicorn to drink. Lapping sweet waters forced from the fountainhead beneath my heart. Pink tongue fluttering like ...


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Jason McCall >

Five poems from Silver (Main Street Rag, forthcoming 2012)

The Ballad of Mani and Sol If I say I’m the moon, and you’re the sun, I only reflect what you’ve done. There’s no love ...

Gioll

I told you that I wanted to see God, and you reached into my mouth and spun my goodbyes into cries for help and sent ...

Father to Father, Sun to Son

Apollo is laughing as he watches the other gods search the earth for this little spot in Bethlehem, where he sits hidden with the young ...


No Search Engines in Valhalla

Ulysses Discovers That His Son Wants to be Batman for Halloween

Homecoming

Scope

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Jeanne Wagner >

Medusa’s Version

The second they saw his face, they started to hiss and rattle, silly kids in a ruckus of desire.  Their bodies rose up and waved ...

Penelope’s Song

At first I was furtive, unraveling only at night, and only by the light of a single oil lamp, whose mauve shadows swooned over the ...


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Jeff Foster >

Locust

“Locust” by Jeff Foster


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Jemma Hoolahan >

Medusa

Medusa was promiscuous. She would flutter her eyelashes and twirl a dark curl around her finger tips, which later men grabbed on to when they ...

and this time

And this time Hera leaves Zeus, leaves him angry and fuming; but as she walks away she smiles, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. And ...

When Eve kissed Lilith

and eve rushed to lilith; hands around her neck, lost in the fire of her hair. and eve pressed her lips to lilith’s as though ...


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Jenn Givhan >

Rosa Roja

The balloon animals wilting in the city’s only zoo remind me. When I turn circus, I wear more than costume. I wear   my sister, ...


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Jennifer Abeles >

The Jaguar's Paw

Listen. Do you think you know what you want or why you want it? You attend my stories because I am so old, because you ...


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Jennifer Alexander >

Venus’ Web

Art is nothing more than the shadow of humanity.—Henry James The spider had been working on her web since dawn, excreting the long threads of ...


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Jennifer Burnau >

Cycle Song

Apollo’s shadow eclipses the map; blankets the moon, swallows her mouth. Night’s indigo repair cannot cease to trap and freeze his streaming dying image. The ...

A Dryad Speaks

I was born in a forest. Crows cut me from the mother tree. Nightingales cleared the dirt from my ears, opened them to sound. When ...

Oracle

She pulls her smoke-thread snake relentless through cracked rock. Rise, inhale and sway; rhythmic unspoken words. Apollo’s fumes translate her tragic cackle: the gasping croak ...


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Jennifer Cunningham >

Ceremonial Evolution

Man shifts beneath the surface, slithering fingers along the spine, moving the animal against his will.   Natural, painful— Evolution.   The bones expand, shoving ...


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Jennifer Givhan >

Eve Splits Open

I never held paradise. Weaved under a shroud I had no chance to speckle the blackest night. What luminous rifts if darkness never fell? An ...

When the Lethe Drowned Eve's Children

Gutted by flames, pyres for houses mock our dark nights with burning beds. Open the night. Let out the sky. Fallen earth: we find no ...

Hysteria Dialectic

I am a woman. There is a man inside of me. I want him out. My cells, too long divided into cubbyholes. In storage unit ...


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Jennifer Jabaily >

Not Even Wolves

“A plague sent by angry Juno devastated the land [of the Aeginians] because it bore the name of one of her husband’s female favorites…The pestilence ...


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Jennifer Koiter >

Thoreau’s Last Hunt

“…our life should be lived as tenderly and daintily as one would pluck a flower.” — Thoreau Of course he retches, approaching the moose cow ...

Karna Waiting

Karna knows       his brother’s father will come while he worships at sunrise       to beg his armor his father has warned him       he knows he will ...

God in the San Juans

For a moment I got it, didn’t I, dirt and dry grass, orange whirr of a startled locust, cloud-mottled mountains, song I overheard and loved ...


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Jennifer Krohn >


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Jennifer Lorang >

The Exterminator

I am sitting in the living room trying to study when my husband walks in. I see that he is frowning. It is never good ...


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Jennifer Lothrigel >

Keeper of The Web

  One drop of water or rustle of wind makes the whole web listen.   And there she is in her long white gown refastening ...


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Jenny Williamson >

The Old Gods

  This is the end, the prophet told us.   His spittle hung from a low-slung lip. His hair drifted around his bald skull like a ...


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Jeremy Couturier >

"The Obsessive Gardner" and "Blood Web"

“The Obsessive Gardner” by Jeremy Couturier“Blood Web” by Jeremy Couturier


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Jesse Lindsay >

The Strangers are Tuning

“The Strangers are Tuning” by Jesse Lindsay


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Jessica Housand-Weaver >

Little Red

the guise he paraded was pretty a college boy, blonde, with Grecian pecs, the wolfish pelt just barely peeping from the collar of his soft ...

Barren

The sky does not begin above the high desert but everywhere, germinating from mobs of blonde wild-eyed Indian ricegrass and cliques of stout perfumed juniper, ...

The Row

the graveyard is still, disconsolate silences between mute rows;   I scout the tombstones for hostile phantasms and anatomies in the stars;   blasé Orion ...


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Jessie Janeshek >

Calypso in the Suburbs

Sewing and singing and bringing up baby pansies, I wipe the dirt-rot off of their faces. Where you’ve brought me, I wear garish nightshirts under ...

Helen to Telemachus

The lady Helen [cried out] at the sudden sight of the heavenly sign, and these were her words to Odysseus’ son: “Telemachus, this is surely ...


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Jill Brooks >

Dragon 2

”Dragon 2″ by Jill Brooks


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Jim Newcombe >

A Tribute to the Angels of the Lost Empyrean

Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo. -VIRGIL, Aeneid Smoke and fire’s darkly charring luminosity glamours the hearth with silky gusts of gold, like liquid flags ...

Yggdrasil

‘We are born into the world, and there is something within us which, from the instant that we live, more and more thirsts after its ...


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Joan Bedinger >

Persephone at the Lethe

If only it worked for her she could be satisfied with the asphodel, its petals and stem like bone and ash; she could be satisfied ...


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Joanna Sit >

On Fire

1. He was just a boy who liked to sing and lit up his songs with bottle rockets and spit fire over the audience. Once ...


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Joanne Lowery >

Rape Crisis Center: A Myth

A nice dead lady asked me my name: Persephone, from up there, I said, pointing. Hell being what it is, the waiting room was packed ...

Demeter's Deal

If I get only half, I’ll make sure everyone else gets less. That Hades creep has napped my girl, and Zeus expects me to be ...


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Joe Eldridge >

Newton without Nebuchadnezzar

That which can be made Explicit to the Idiot is not worth my care. -William Blake   .................................................is Kubla without Khan, Tintern without Abbey, Ozy ...

Goethe Memorial

The flowers at first I thought overabundant— marigolds heartily edging the plat like an infantry of Roman soldiers hunkered down in turtle formation, their bronze ...


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John Dutterer >

The Bathtub of Proteus

One man smelled like roses – no, not him, the other one with the green eyes, always building his scale model of white-washed tombs. “Flamboyant ...

Tantalus Sells Out

Everyone walking around with what they most want hovering right over their heads Money Mostly money or a stray sex organ (Making gloomy music beloved ...


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John Grey >

The Usual Magic

She’s considering kissing frogs again. Not that there aren’t any men left but the tiny creatures are silky green and sleeping on their lily pads ...

Underworld

By the way. Eurydice called. She didn’t leave a number. She merely said, “I’ve been bitten by a snake, died, am somewhere in the Underworld... ...


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John Manesis >

The Ascent of Icarus

My father, Daedalus, with good intentions, preoccupied himself with his inventions— the lever, wedge, and maze so paramount that I believed I was of no ...


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John Norris >

Anna Perenna

Linda’s vitriol carried from the kitchen, through the dormant halls of her mansion, and into my ears with unmistakable clarity. She started by calling me ...


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John Zedolik >

Reconciliation Effort

          Theseus slew the Minotaur and escaped           with the aid of Ariadne’s thread but,             I ...


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Jon Wesick >

First to Fall

Following the laws of speed and sky the arrow traced an arc from the archer’s bow to its target. A slight turn of the shoulders ...


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Jonathan Rentler >

Voicemail Message 233

placed at 1:15, to listen press the star key: I imagine the ocean raw in September. Names, not necessary, but stamped indicting all. No Chris, ...


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Joseph Biondi >

Sunset

”Sunset” by Joseph Biondi


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Joseph Murphy >

The Shaman’s Cure

As I ascend, snakes that coil my iron cap Begin to pool and gulp A mare’s well-spend blood. When I near the uppermost limb Smooth-beaked ...

The Shaman’s Dream

Lightning bolts struck my oars As rowed the seven-colored sky Seeking a cure. I sprang from a bolt’s rib to vault the moon; steadied On ...


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Juan J. Morales >

Thoughts on the Lost Fountain in Cuzco

If I lived hundreds of years ago I would beg passersby to exhume the temple’s lost fountainhead, where sacred water once rose from unknown wells. ...

Wayna Capac Questions the Sun

My priests object to how I stare you out of the sky, how I defy your blaze.   I felt your arms melting away nights ...


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Juleigh Howard-Hobson >

Leda

I am air, I am earth, feather, flesh, sky, Flower, bird. I am all of these. Grey, white, Pink, orange, blue surround me. I Dance ...

After

Regarding The Little Mermaid "...it is by no means certain that the ending is as happy as it seems to be" --Jacob Bøggild & Pernille ...


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Julie Dapper >

HAUNTED

FINDING PERSEPHONE

“Peel back the bark. Find my face”.   From the core her voice sounds, naming flowers:   “Daisy, violet queen anne’s lace.”   (Flowers I ...

HE TOOK MY FLOWERS


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Julie Kinney >

Charon’s Wife Consoles Eurydice

You know, Eurydice it’s for the best this way. How could your man love you with your flesh hanging like rags from your skeleton? And ...

Morpheus’s Wife

His long thin fingers tangle in my graying hair Weaving poppies through my braids. A heavy scent stains his fingers as He strokes my face. ...

The Sandman’s Wife

Like the mailman, ............he leaves every night on his appointed rounds, ............carrying his sack filled with .................the gritty yellow sand ........................of sleep. After he is ...


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kab >

Iphianassa

Part 1 Iphianassa sat by the south window of her room. She could see her two sisters down by the palace gate. Electra paced back ...


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Kaja Weeks >

The Wedding of Salme

The Wedding of Salme*   * Adapted from Tähemõrsja (Starbride), an ancient Estonian runosong And composed in memory of my mother, Salme M.   On ...


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Kat Heatherington >

Serpent

“Serpent” by Kat Heatherington


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Katharine Diehl >

Something You Had Forgotten In the Park

Mystery juice in the bushes, tattered condoms, shriveling squids, swarming urgently through mud.   Statue of Artemis; your hand came away coated with green. You ...

A Strong Woman

Listen, I know you were just thinking about Medea in her chariot, blazing with her burning crinoline and lanolin and hair oils.   I know ...


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Kathleen Kenny >

Eve Realises Her Purpose
Then Becomes Catholic

Adam’s head lifts as she sits straddled above him. The pain in his side is her fault, they both know this but there is something ...


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Kathleen Kirk >

Sakuntala

You made me a promise you could not keep. I returned to the forest, green and deep. Waiting and grieving, I bore us a son, ...

Red Umbrella

They say I leave at night by the window of my tower, hanging from a red umbrella… I use it, they say, to set fire ...

Cassandra Stands in Front of the House

of Atreus again, unwilling to go in. She wonders why she keeps finding herself here. She pretends to wonder. She tells anyone who will listen, ...


Cassandra Goes Over the Top

Cassandra Teaches Everything to Her Brother

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Kathrine Yets >

Kapo-keho-lele

  I drift across the ocean above a lava coral reef this blue skied noon. I hear a cry echo from the shore.   My ...


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Kathryn DeZur >

Stripped

Near Hollywood and Vine, bright neon against dirty gray wood throbs pink for Girls, Girls, Girls, All Live, All Nude, All Girls. She paints herself ...

Jocasta

My son is the one famed for the pain of his insight, but I too suffered. I begged him not to dig deeper— was his ...


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Kathryn Willoughby Weed >

The Heroine

The magnificent horse flew down Virginia's Midland Trail. It was broad daylight, not moonless night, and no Indians pursued. Yet the rider pushed the horse, ...


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Katie Manning >

The Flesh Made Word

They found God praying to himself in a garden. One man kissed him on the cheek. Amen. It was finished. They marched him off to ...

Where Death Is Not an Is

after Brian Henry I met Jesus the next day at the Life Café. “Call me J now,” he said. “People lock me up when I ...


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Katy Coutley >

Paradise Lost

The first week, a new world. The song of flight: music of life anew.   I worked with clay, but only then. Critters crawled, humans ...


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Kavitha Rath >

Nagini by the shore

Nagini by the shore Queen amidst the rocks, underwater companion of the sea, blue silk-skinned and breathless, she crouches forward. She descends, a serene siren, ...

Ides of March, Philadelphia

I saw my friend, wrapped in gold and pink, on the Ides of March, slumbering in a halo of silk, her honeyed skin smooth and ...

The Rakshasi in the Kala Yuga

In the dark-water night, She rose from the breath of our Lord Creator, rows of teeth lining her open, sangria mouth-- glinty, pearlized white with ...


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Kean Kaufmann >

Reverse Persephone

This morning, for the sake of a metaphor, I got out of bed with you and the cat and “the warm thing” (which we say ...

Clotho

Thrice upon a time, there’s these weird sisters. They’re the daughters of Night with no father. And Night, as you can imagine, isn’t much of ...


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Kenneth P. Gurney >

Bittersweet Intensity

All day long light and dark combat each other or dance a steamy tango. I think they are angry at being separated at birth: identical ...

Key

Often an inchoate voice screams from inside the whitewashed shed and, for a time, we ascribe it to Yahweh, as none of the tools seem ...

Divined During a Rain

The gods gather in the gloaming show the conductor their tickets as they board the train. The bulging skin beside their eyes holds all the ...


Craftswoman

Wet Spot Drying

Waiting to Cross

Glow

Patter

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Kenneth Pobo >

Voice from Niflheim

In July, mist thickens. A stranger speaks, offers no name, says she’s from Niflheim. We expect to see flames dripping off her. She’s in hell, ...


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Ki E. Russell >

Bedtime Story

Baba Yaga wraps her bony fingers around the pole and climbs. She tugs her body over bumps and scaly chicken skin, crawls between the teeth ...

Ivan the Sweet

His brothers approach me first, according to birth order. My long blue nose startles them. They call me Hag. Last, the unloved superfluous heir. Often ...

Baba Yaga Gets a Student

I sleep in my hut                                                 my feet pressed                         in the doorjamb,                                                             a breast on each shelf,                         my head resting                                                             against the chimney. The gate creaks ...


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Kimberly Lojewski >

One for the Crow

It is the first frost of autumn. The stars are reflected everywhere. Dusting the spiked grass. Lighting up the withered morning glories. Silver-lining the fallen ...


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Kimo Pokini >

Hovering

“Hovering” by Kimo Pokini

As This Lay Burning

“As This Lay Burning” by Kimo Pokini


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L.B. Sedlacek >

A Wizard’s Gray Matter

All the latest potions and spells must be floating along in there along with directions through time, instructions on how to fly and all the ...


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Lâle Davidson >

The Intensest Rendezvous

Light the first light of evening, as in a room In which we rest and, for small reason, think The world imagined is the ultimate ...


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Larissa Nash >

The Last of the Lily Maids

The ocean spills from my conch shell ears. I hear only my own sighing, as though I am still half-submerged—the last of the lily maids, ...

The Caw of Crows

I hear the hum of hallucinated neon in the hospital; the caw of crows in my vampire-ear.   Sympathy: the static rub on my bare ...


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Larry Turner >

Krishna and the Cowgirls

(after Surdas) Sir, I believe you are what we in the village call a “philosopher,” a man who spends his nights in deep thoughts because ...


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Laurette Viteritti-Folk >

The Dark Night of the Soul

  First there was Edward. Winter turned to spring and I watched him exist in different seasons, retiring his blazers with khakis, his red cashmere ...


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Lenny Krosinsky >

Contract on America

"Contract on America" by Lenny Krosinsky

Illustration of "The Last Ship from Atlantis"

Illustration of “The Last Ship from Atlantis” by Lenny Krosinsky


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Leslie Fox >

The Gorgonian Sisters Reptile Menagerie

An excerpt from the novel in-progress Mounting Olympus Alyson followed; a lamb to slaughter. Why didn’t she just turn and run now, get the heck ...

Titaness

"Titaness" by Leslie Fox


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Lindsey Terrell >

Vortex 1

“Vortex 1” by Lindsey Terrell


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Lisa D. Chavez >

The High Priestess

I entered the service of the Goddess late in life. A widow, I left behind grown children, my village, that narrow field of coupled pairs. ...

Seven Stabs of the Dagger

Seven Stabs of the Dagger Field dark, hands hard from cutting cane, at Bwa Kayiman, she fought beside the men, baby on her back, dagger-eyed. ...


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Lisa M. Litrenta >

On Discovering Your New Wife Is An Evil Stepmother

It makes sense now: your mother died. Your mother died, and your father, he couldn’t be alone. He feared for you, too— the motherless child. ...


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Liz Dolan >

A Kitchen Legend

“If you don’t lower the fire, the bacon will burn again,” he says. “If I don’t lower the fire, the bacon will not burn again.” ...


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Lois Marie Harrod >

Penelope Decides What to Wear to Her Funeral

Depends, she says, on when she dies: in winter the blue silk with its Mediterranean shifts, in summer, white clouds, the blinding walls of Mykonos. ...


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Louis E. Bourgeois >

Faux Dieu

I created the stars, but regretted it instantly. Father told me not to create matter, so as not to upset the universal balance of nothingness. ...


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Lyn Lifshin >

Dream of Ivy

you know the story of the woman in a turret and how ivy puts its fingers across the moon. And besides, no one could hear. ...

All Night the Night Has Been

lightening with moths white behind the walnuts If a woman couldn’t sleep and came to this window in this light her skin would glow like ...

But Instead Has Gone Into Woods

A girl goes into the woods and for what reason disappears behind branches and is never heard from again. We don’t really know why, she ...


While Everyone Else Is Still Sleeping

Years Before Jesus

Imagining Enheuanna Singing Scat in a Karaoke Bar

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Lysbeth Benkert >

Cassandra

Cassandra     In spiring.   Breathing you in.   Filling myself up through spiracles and spinning out song from the darkest chirrup corners chirrup ...


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Magdalena Taber >

"Pandora's box" and "Becoming"

“Pandora’s box” by Magdalena Taber“Becoming” by Magdalena Taber


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Margaret J. Middlebrooks >

Wadjet

First born of the universe, you stand on grate, pillars of alabaster stone, the alter, watching, sand storms sweep across Cradle, water rising.   Steel ...


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Margaret Yang >

Her Golden Opportunity

“Ella! Come lace my corset.” “Coming,” Ella said, but not quickly enough. “Ella!” Rose screamed again. Ella was beginning to forget that she had another ...


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Margarita Engle >

The Longing of Pegasus

In the time of flying horses I knew how to dream like a child, or an ancient oracle, foretelling the hunger of hoofs as they ...

Madre-de-Agua

In field guides to the giant creatures of Cuba the mother-of-water is a boa constrictor so huge that muleteers often mistake it for a palm ...


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Mariel Tishma >

On Light and Dark

Found in the last hidden place: I’ve been around long enough to hear what’s been said about me, and I’ve been around long enough to ...


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Marilyn Cavicchia >

Simulacra

I was not a benevolent god, only because I didn’t know how to be. Chief among my failures was that I didn’t know how to ...

Ways To Organize a World

Over the canned announcements on the train, she continues to tell me about the birth of Titans, how Cronus swallowed his own babies, and how ...

Achillea Millefolium

Yarroway, Yarroway, bear a white blow, One of the herbs dedicated to the Evil One yet daubed by Achilles (except on his heel?), loved by ...


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Marisa Mills >

Indigo Child

December. You wake seemingly for no reason at all. Half-asleep, you note two things. One: it's a nuisance to wake up in the early hours ...


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Mark Kerstetter >

So Long, Cy

(after Cy Twombly) So long C Y long so sigh in all fours solo slitherer C E R B E R U S  C H ...

Thamyris

I. He was tethered to possibility. But his body, neither spring nor anchor, would not allow him, without letting go, reach the instrument broken at ...


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Mark Mitchell >

Interview Near Endor Years Later

                        He came looking for me, that king. He knew                         what I could do. Later, his strength revealed                         itself. He was tall. He ...


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Martha Braniff >

Magdalene in Sunglasses,

beloved of God, hangs on mean streets, a loose-legged girl, wearing fishnet hose, stiletto heels, brown lilies in her hair. At the laundromat she rendezvous ...


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Martha Oliver-Smith >

Shrift

Shiva— my stepdaughter paid a hefty price for you in Park City at the Yoga center where she learned techniques of balance and peace. Traveling ...

Teiresias

The queen and her handmaid have gone tragically to the girls’ bathroom— keening—eyes streaming Today is Jessica’s turn to be queen; next week she will ...


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Martin Kimeldorf >

Cosmic Tango

“Cosmic Tango” by Martin Kimeldorf


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Mary Caroline Cummins >

Athena in Nashville

We had been good kids, but we got to this age when singing in choirs and making A’s felt smalltown, so one Sunday Jay and ...


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Mary Langer Thompson >

School of Hard Rocks

Tired of being called “Sissy,” Sisyphus went to the school field each morning until he found the perfect stone. His mother blamed the teacher for ...

Myth-Take

“He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me.” 2 Samuel 22:20 In the beginning God attended the ...


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Maura MacDonald >

Pandora

Because nothing ever happens if you leave things closed, there was a woman who opened a box. The box was covered in locks, stickers declaring ...

Orpheus Turns

He turns and in a moment has more life than love ever gave him. His heart is pounding— and there is something in the shadows, ...

Descent

Jack and Jill came down that hill so long after they started up, that all that remained from the time they departed was a bucket ...


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Maureen McDonnell McElroy >

Grendel's Mother

Inseminated by the race of Cain, mere-mother suckled a monster. Her only son smothered into rage, walker alone in the wetlands, in the mead hall ...


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Maureen Seaton >

Venus Examines Her Breast

She’s pissed at all the minor milk ducts flaring in her one remaining breast. Oh shit, she says, and sets her chin as ages flip ...

Pele

Here is the buzz, the lament, the horror of overturned hazmats             and all the trickling fear and yet July 4th comes to Albuquerque the ...


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Meg Eden >

Scientific Findings on the Life of Australopithecus

lucy did not have opposable toes. lucy had socks on, and she walked with the outside of her foot because of the limp, a birth-defect. ...

Leah

They call me weak eyes, don’t expect passion or a man to call me Beautiful. Dad sold me the way shops sell overstock, discount cans ...

Xoanephoroi (Image-Bearers)

—To the Absence of a Full Play Sophocles, though you and Antigone survived— at least, in your own ways—others were not so looked upon with ...


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Melinda Giordano >

Whither Shall I Wander

Whither Shall I Wander by Melinda Giordano


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Melissa Dickson >

Dionysus on the Death of Ariadne

I do not admire Perseus for killing one woman, in her bridal dress still breathing of love.  He shook in his hand the deadly face ...

The Whole Vault of Heaven

Very well!’ he taunted, `If you rate my thanks so low, accept a gift!’ and turned his face away and on his left held out ...

Medusa Reads Hesiod's Theogony at the Bullsboro Golden Corral

She thinks she will stay here all day, her book hidden under a nylon blend napkin.   The vat of chicken livers is hourly restored; ...


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Melissa Newman-Evans >

Persephone & the Blood

They say that if it rains while the Sun is shining, the devil must be beating his wife. The devil's wife says, This saying must ...


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Micah Schatz >

Open to Source

”Open to Source” by Micah Schatz


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Michael Gatlin >

On the road to Wonderland

I meet Raven on the road to wonderland. I have never been to wonderland, and have begun to doubt its existence. There are many rumors ...


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Michele Madigan Somerville >

(From Gods’ Mouths to My Ears)

Weather                         Sunrise:                         Rosy-fingered dawn                         will ascend above                         the horizon, cloaking                         the world with amber                         warmth.                         Tides:                         Winedark.                         Winds:                         Advisory: Sacrifices                         to Poseidon are recommended. *** ...


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Michelle Lerner >

For Percy, a month short of her 20th birthday

When I turned twelve I had a slumber party to celebrate my birthday. Seven girls came to my house sleeping bags in tow. We had ...


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Michelle S. Lee >

Grim

I. You lured me in the woodlight of the afternoon when the sun fingered the stumps of trees and I was tired of wandering in ...


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Mike McCormick >

Marigje

  (for Marigje Arriens, burned at the stake, 1591)   Eyes and smoke Judge’s words Dry as twigs   Flame tugs my skirt Like a ...


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Nancy Ellis Taylor >

The Poseidon of 3rd St.

All we see now is the god in cameo, waiting for fishes to fall from the camel-colored sky. He thought it would be easy after ...

El Dorado

He wants to know the location of El Dorado Laughing laughing I could draw for him a million maps and each time we would find ...


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Nancy Hightower >

Song of Saul

the day you were anointed i tasted oil in my mouth, felt the slipping of kingdoms from my hand, a slick move set forth by ...


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Nancy Iannucci >

An Ode to Aurora

You summon me, the Night, in my demesne to pierce my heart of darkness! In prism-dewdrop time, you warm me, tenderly, with phosphorescent blues with ...


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Nancy Priff >

Daphne Unbound

She finds herself against a reddening floor as hard as the fist that put her there. A chair is overturned, legs at odd angles, the ...

Amazon Girls

At halftime, the Warriors’ captain takes stock. Bruises bloom on her best forward, a midfielder is streaked in mud as thick as her shin guard, ...

And I Am Born to the Sunlit World Again

for Persephone   This day that splits the year in two tips the balance: light to dark. Shadows rise early in this season. By the ...


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Nathan Tompkins >

The Phoenix

The Phoenix Interwoven oak branches scrape against the skin, lie in the dark, listen to depressed rain drops bounce from barren tree limbs, lie in ...


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Neil de la Flor >

Fickle Myths

By Neil de la Flor and Maureen Seaton Fated The idea of three skinny spinning women thrown together into an old well appealed to Sly. She ...


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Nicelle Davis >

Duende

Though no on has touched her, her eyes have a beaten stone’s polish—obsidian, faceted in skin, cold cover to                          a hot center woman. She lets ...

Lotus

When the nurse comes to take vitals,             I am arched over you, your mouth latched and suckling milk             from my body. Veins expand spreading a ...


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Nicola Fucigna >

Mark 8.24

Every time you lift a cup, it weakens. We aren’t whole enough. Even the trees tonight are hollow as birds. Even the people peel back ...

Deconstructing Helen

There is a troy in destroy and a rearranged story. Hell in, Hell in. Flames. Tongues. Spear-ends. You’re going to be late for dinner if ...


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Nicole Hanna >

A Poet Meets The Lost Queen of Egypt

Hatshepsut. Have a seat. Take a load off your browned linen. It’s important you know we share an interest. I mean, I know you’re Egyptian ...


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Noelle Sickels >

The Judgment of Paris

“Lily! Lily! I need you!” Her mother’s summons from inside the house looped to Lily through all the other voices around her at the wedding ...


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Orlaith O'Sullivan >

The Vessel for a Day Club

I moved out to the shore in March. Jostled along a narrow road, trying to decipher a map scrawled in The Stag's Head the night ...


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Pam O'Brien >

Penelope’s Web

Still in the cashmere life, Penelope hides behind a veil. Ulysses asks the king: “Will you give me your daughter for my wife?” She starts ...


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Pamela L. Laskin >

Zen

You step into the Zen Palace like a princess in snakeskin slippers, and leave them on the rug as is the practice, but now no ...

Bare and Blistered

I try on shoes the way Goldilocks tried three chairs to find the right fit, but since there is no comfortable slip-on, shoes crawl out ...

The Naked Emperor

This is your favorite holiday— pretending to be someone you are not, not knowing who you are you try on different masks. Daughter, any Sleeping ...


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Paul Fisher >

The Boat

Maybe the eyes of a dragon or goddess glare from the prow. More likely it leaks, loses an oar, and reeks of rainbows awash on ...


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Paul Hostovsky >

The Sneeze of Telemachos

                  The great hall below at this point rang with a tremendous sneeze—                                       The Odyssey I’m sitting in a carrel in an archipelago of ...

Young Orpheus

From the rearmost concert riser in elementary school band he overshot a low note on the first refrain of “76 Trombones” and lost his slide. ...

Job

After every job he did he said god. He wasn't talking to god, he was talking to himself but if he didn't say god after ...


Pygmalion

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Paul McCann >

Tereus in Texas

A broken man steps             between posturing peasants, his hawk eyes             seeking relief in local dives spies a Procne swallow. Sallow sickly yellow. A bird of ...


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Paul Nelson >

Alba

..................“-lead him ................up close to the garden, give him what outweighs the ...................heaviness ................of the nights-" ....................................................- Rilke, The Third Elegy She is waking somewhere ...


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Paula Kolek >

Mythology

Once my father, a real boy, stole his ball home, burned ants under glass, put his fist through a window, cracked his head in two ...

There Were Two Natures in Her , ,

Swans fly in an oblique line, Cranes in the form of a triangle: Hans Christian Anderson I both the roses and book of psalms spoke ...

"Self-Portrait with Ring" and "Somebody with a Body"

”Somebody with a Body” by Paula Kolek“Self-Portrait with Ring” by Paula Kolek


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Paulette Beete >

Before Sicily

 1.   How to measure the fall of Icarus how to prove Daedalus said Don’t not perhaps….   The daughters of the king of Sicily ...

Persephone and Hades

You have it all wrong. She hungered his howl & hiss.   He was a way out. He promised to fuck her   in the ...


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Phyllis Bertoni Krosinsky >

Cassandra & Greek Warrior

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Rachel Korr >

Gretel In the Woods

Her house was bright, and dark.   I press my hands against a tree with girth like a boulder and the shards of light on ...


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Ray Hinman >

Apollo Runs a Theater in Harlem
Nike Makes Running Shoes

Even the moon looks pockmarked. Subduing my human, knowing where to look. I can see it side-lit. a chunk             of old rock. I can see ...

Whitman's Ghost Takes a Tour of the City

The goddess sits in the axhandle park: she would give more grain, but corn won’t grow in our streets. The trees can lift their arms ...

Artifacts

Wind blows grain across the ground. the hills make the sun a legend, kingdoms were seen Falling From up there. some kingdoms rose. the sun’s ...


The Shaman Considers His Craft

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Rebecca Macijeski >

Requiem

The gatekeeper to the underworld is a blind piano tuner. In the darkness of space he’s hunched over, tweaking our great long strings inside earth’s ...

This Man

It’s especially quiet next to the morgue. To the left is a library. To the right is a church. A library is a careful neighbor. ...


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Rebecca Zaritsky >

A Love Letter to Hermes

you are king of packages, of delivery, of humble, of winged feet: you never linger. we touched, years ago, and i have not forgotten your ...

Medusa's Love Letters

my laurel is one of hissing tongues and stony smiles, yet books have been written about the color of my eyes. they are like  the ...


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Reed Stirling >

Shell Game

SHELL GAME     The Taverna Paphos lay wedged in an old Venetian block up from the Chania harbour, more grotto than cave, for on ...

Naiad of the Lefka Ori

Under a Minoan Café umbrella I watch the afternoon unfold around Chania’s Old Port, cahier reading put aside for the moment, a frappé before me ...

Ikons, No Halos: An Interlude

Fay Devine and Tina Martin were on a six-month romp around the Mediterranean or, as I heard frequently in the Pan Pub & Bacchus Bar ...


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Ren Adams >

Dronagiri Mountain


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Rich Boucher >

Dumb Idea Much, Daedalus?

Really, Daedalus? Feathers and wax? You have to be the thickest brick in the entire Athenian tool shed, to think a few melted Yankee Candles ...


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Rich Ives >

A Town You Grew Up In

Every night, from a fair distance, you can see lights flickering as if surges of power are coursing through the slaughterhouse on the edge of ...


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Richard Baldasty >

"K Frame" and "Gods Go Tiptoe"

"Gods Go Tiptoe" by Richard Baldasty“K Frame” by Richard Baldasty


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Richard Beckham II >

Two Muses

The first muse lay on the endless bed, a sprawling array of pillows and blankets and mattresses. She looked up at the other muse who ...


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Richard Bell >

Madness In Its Eyes

I will find it before it does more harm. But Strongarm says this beast cannot be killed, this terror bird which has only madness in ...


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Richard Krepski >

HOW COLORS CAME TO BE

This is a tale of the earliest days, when there was only one village named Terra, and only one tribe named Human. There were some ...


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Rita Moe >

Apples: By Their Fruit

  It is, after all, the flesh that matters: The crisp juicy flesh in your mouth,   Sweet nectar in your throat. Not The fruit ...


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Robert Brown >

Iguana Church

“Iguana Church” by Robert Brown

About Hades

Stuck behind a three-headed dog Persephone cries in Hades bed And Ceres mourns And the leaves begin to fall. In a small town, With two ...


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Robert Reeves >

from "Yossele: a tale in poems"

& Sari Krosinsky Instructions (The Golem) “These people are obsessed with blood” Master says. “A joke, if you think about it. They hate us for ...

Four Poems from The Snake Will Shed Its Skin And I Will Die: A Gilgamesh Cycle

By Robert Arthur Reeves . I met my friend I met my friend we beat the shit out of each other we held each other ...

Bible Verses

And God said “Let there be light.” And there was light. And God divided the light from the darkness.   But God didn’t make the ...


Adam Expelled

The Last Ship from Atlantis

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Roberta P. Feins >

Inanna in Vegas

Steward announces landing. Nan tightens her seatbelt, tries to breathe. Sweet girl, somewhat fearful, a dove, not             splendid. Latter-day flower child,             Nan believes in kindness, ...


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Robin Dawn Hudechek >

With Icarus in a Cloud

  I should have fashioned a giant paper airplane or hitched a ride on the back of a kite or swung a rope over a ...


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Robinne Weiss >

How the Albatross Got Its Wings

  How the Albatross Got Its Wings By Robinne Weiss   "Grandma! I dreamt last night that I could fly!" "Yes, child. Of course you ...


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Romana Iorga >

A Weekend in Hades

It starts with the creak of oars in murky waters, blood rising to the surface like goldfish. The weeds are wild with the hair of ...

Rip Van Winkle

In the evening she sits on the couch. The sunset starts a fire around her head, like a halo.  She reads and her hair streams ...


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Roni Weeks >

In the shadow of...

Mother said we are brothers born of the nile basking in the sunlight shed by ra as we danced with stars painted along nut’s breasts ...


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Rosa Mundi >

Reunion with Obàtálá

I came here to be judged.  Nothing so godlike as placing the small one on your                 punishing objects; the subjugation                 from divine pride provides your ...


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Rose Davis >

Eve's choice

Sunlight dances on the horizon, outlining the edges of the world in gold. As Eve wakes she feels its warmth on her skin and she ...


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Saba Siddique >

To be a goddess

One summer, amidst rumours of your escape from your pedestal in the temples of Kumaon, I saw you high above the conifers pale arms resting ...

Al Hambra

Fountains rebuilt stone by stone cobble stoned paths laid to follow old maps and blueprints: even the newly planted jasmine creepers cast their flower laden ...


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Sam Jowett >

Ophidian Daughter

The heavens sing (a daughter weeps) for Noble Perseus, son of Zeus, Bestowed with the gifts of Olympia, he climbs Gold wing clad feet, from ...


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Samantha Pilecki >

Modern Eurydice

Modern Eurydice        I wake up and she’s there, her head tucked under my chin.      Sometimes, this is the best part of the ...


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Samuel Franklin >

Divinity

Dionysius, mother-burned, drunk-struck, rambled insane across continents.    Osiris was quartered, decapitated, castrated, dismembered and plopped in the Nile.   Odin hung himself from the ...


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Sandi Leibowitz >

Hekate at the Crossroads

Where northern road meets western road I place my offering, hoping to appease your demons, the crossroad ghosts that throng at dark of moon.   ...


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Sankar Roy >

Epic Lies

Penelope—Honey—please listen to me. It is all due to that bitch Calypso, who got me enslaved in her apartment in Gonzo Island. Lost & tired, ...

Extreme Makeover

Hera ends up in a Hollywood reality show where she discovers the magic of modern-day plastic surgery. Through some creative hairdressing, resourceful wardrobing and ultimate ...

Land of Lotus Eaters

Latophagis, you’re a savage race, deemed to be preserved for posterity, poisonous but always effervescent & always glossy. But I feel sad and cold, so ...


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Sarah Orton >

Harvest

All she had known was rain-kissed fields, unfurling blooms and the smell of sunshine soaked earth—and her mother, her constant guardian, her omnipresent shadow. Since ...


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Sarena Ulibarri >

Savasana

When the first yoga student levitated, Ashley didn't know what to do.  It happened during her Friday class, when everyone was settled into Savasana, the ...


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Sari Krosinsky >

Night Fog Machine

digital and ink abstract art


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Savannah Thorne >

Gretel

Worn trees moan: Ghost-houses in winter.   The woods drink our depths. Old leaves brush like damp Bedding across our faces. Broken paths, broken branches. ...

Invitation to the Muse

Come with me. Through crazed, Embroidered webbing of night, come. Without your aid I am useless. I need To gallop past lips red and hungry, ...


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Scotty Weeks >

Orpheus

Spray paint cans were piled up like fallen soldiers, bleeding in technicolor. The hum of spinning fan blades was broken by the clack-clack-clacking of a ...


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Sean Thomas >

Friedrich Nietzsche and the Birth of Tragedy

Maybe I’m a Teutonic Daedalus tramping the misty streets of Leipzig at dawn, peering into store-front windows spotted with frost. I give birth to dancing ...


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Seth Jani >

Through the Keyhole

He knocked at a door in mid-winter. The darkness slept around him. Giant ghosts roared in the frost. He did not know what waited At ...

Notes from Atlantis

The hermetic music Coming in from a garden Lost underwater Five millenniums Before this day. And we were born To hear again Fragments of its ...


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Shadwynn >

Tumbleweed Theophanies

I   Powerful spaciousness casting its spell; beneath New Mexico skies urban tribes on rural holiday, their annual assembly an exploration into tie-dye nostalgia and ...


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Sheikha A. >

Embracing the Calling

The stones have drunk her footprints, and in the manner   of a proper uninhibited stupor, they have smattered errantly   on a clear moonlit ...


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Sheila Kaveny >

Sisyphus

Here’s Sisyphus again, pushing that ’59 Cadillac Biarritz across the Great Plains, the car’s red body aglow in its sheet of heat waves. She rolls ...

The Truth From Baba Yaga

Towns are poisonous, truth be told. That’s why this house sets on chicken legs.  If we don’t like a place, or if they find us, ...


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Sherre Vernon >

Of Penelope and Calypso, ca. 1973

I   With driftwood, the sea touches her, pale and only for the lean blue nights. Penny downs her Odyssey and sleeps against the crook ...

Elijah Dreaming

1 Kings 18-19 Iraq, 2004   Brother,   I dreamed again of famine in Baghdad, through the earth, a tongue, a child crying Elijah is ...


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Sonja Johanson >

Under the Bridge

Under the Bridge   is a Troll. It’s the same Troll it always was, with chicken-of-the-woods face, ears like green-necked rutabagas, and morning breath from ...


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Stephen Bunch >

No Possum, No Aesop, No ’Gators

Pogo, the Fabulist, and Albert walked into a bar. The possum ordered a pinot noir, Aesop some ouzo, and Albert a gin and Gatorade fizz. ...

Five Retablos

1 Lord of small disappointments, you stand beside an empty mailbox, an egg with broken yolk in the skillet that tips from your drooping left ...


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Stephen Mead >

Circus Cave Drawing

“Circus Cave Drawing” by Stephen Mead

Tree Dream Encaustic

"Tree Dream Encaustic" by Stephen Mead

Ode to Vulcan

"Ode to Vulcan" by Stephen Mead


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Steve Cartwright >

gargoyle lion

“gargoyle lion” by Steve Cartwright

Gong

"Gong" by Steve Cartwright


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Susan Koefod >

Turbulence

We were en route from Minneapolis to Orlando, nine weeks post 9/11, a couple of coworkers on a half-empty airplane. Loosened up by an airport ...


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Susan Landon >

To Pharaoh Cheops

Did the Great Pyramid, the grandeur you built to house your mummy, to guard your treasures while you navigated the still waters of death, outlast ...


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Susan Slaviero >

Bluebeard’s Clockwork Bride

I. Synthesis He finds it tiresome, all this flesh— this repetitious strangling and mixing of solvents to remove bloodstains from glass keys, hens’ eggs. So, ...

Briar Rose, In Cryostasis

Sometimes, the evil fairy wears a lab coat. She pricks your finger with an infected needle, suspends your head in a thermos flask. You might ...


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Susana Roberts >

Lethe-ward

The light, the river, the ice on it in sheets. The failing light, the setting sun.  The moment Of no return.  The streetlight changing.  The ...

Hades at Work

The descent, the fall, the pit, the fading sky. The wind, the stink, the fetid water.  The hum, the clang, the fierce resistance to jackhammer ...


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Suzanne L. Frost >

Kali Puja

the heat from the puga is more than the heat from outdoors more than the hearts split open by Kali Mother             Her red          ...


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T. Rorstrom >

Pieces

“Pieces” by T. Rorstrom


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Taylor Graham >

Crossing the Styx

Elihu Burritt on the road to Charleston, 1853 Behold, a scene from Dante or Greek myth: the sullen river lit with flares, a ride across ...

The Devil and Saint Michael of the Rock

    Heaven thundering and land dissolving as salt-surge breaks every-which-way into storm-swell—     isn’t that just the natural world? Perhaps the merchant’s prayers saved him. ...


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Teresa Middleton >

Demeter’s Sunroom

Rain murmurs against panels of curved glass, sliding like mercury, glistening in slow-motion. Blades of a ceiling fan swerve and hum overhead as you read, ...

Earth Mamas

A snake charmer kisses the head of a hooded cobra at the Serpent Goddess Convention. Kundalini and Manasa hiss with approval. Three Gorgons in a ...


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Tiffany Babb >

An amorous vignette

  Her feet twitch one last time before being stilled forever.   A dangling reminder that they could not move fast enough to carry her ...


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Tracy May Adair >

Sisyphus Ponders Escape

It's not as if I'm dead. OK, technically, I am dead, but not dead dead like the shades that wander Elysium’s borders.   I'm as ...


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Tyler Omichinski >

The First Dragon

Many have wondered where dragons came from. If there were great flying lizards roaming the earth, it seems unlikely that humanity would would have been ...


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Valentyn Smith >

Cottonmouth, Loose; Woman on a Grand Piano

Medusa' s suede pudding of taupe toffee coils thrive in odalisque sighs, echo. Minor keys, toothily stain with coffee. Garter gilded thighs open, art deco. ...

Roux: She Who Slept with the Wolves

Invisibles tryst in bayou elms, this place is at the cross roads. A cabin inn of canoe ruins sunken along a bedlam of Spanish moss, ...


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Valya Dudycz Lupescu >

“For Collectors Not Children,”

it said on the sticker tacked to the underside of the green mechanical frog, in a store of nick-knacks even grandmothers give away. I cradled ...

Singing the Dirge

I follow Leander’s tears like pebbles, each one a ripple spreading away from the shore where we splashed away inhibitions. When the waters still, silence ...


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Veronica Pamoukaghlian >

Unfathomed Promises

Prometheus I we dared to dream of fire   we dreamed in unison something the world does not think possible   defied the odds the ...

Perseus' Unshielding

Your shield is full of holes and I can see   my friendly snakes go through and plant their sting   All of those things ...


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W.E. Steihm >

Prey to the Lady in White

As the Lady in White swiftly slipped in and through the paths of her well known forest of Woild, vines of silken green and brown ...


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Wayne Crawford >

Echo Teaches Her Daughter to Sing

Her skin, white as her eyes. Eyes, dark as her hair. Hair, bursting with flames; lips, unmistakably red. Her voice, Echo’s — I am beautiful. ...


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Wesley Biddy >

Society of Icarus

Tonight the sun has crashed into the Tennessee River again: like Jonah, it would rather drown than share the word entrusted to it. Meanwhile, neophytes ...

Vesper

It was your favorite piece of fatherly advice: Be careful about stale green lights, because they can turn red pretty damn fast, and be careful ...


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William L. Alton >

Persephone and her Pomegranates

Persephone ate the seeds because she was hungry. How many flowers grew in Hell? She had nothing to look forward to, so she popped the ...


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