A Dragon’s Tale by Bruce Louis Dodson
Oh settle your tails and lift up your flagons We’ll start a good fire and sing of great dragons Of Rusty knight’s armor and fights in the forest Adventures forgotten recalled by our chorus. How few still remember the Knight of TrafulgaThe time he attacked the green dragoness, Olga.She…
The Wedding March by Elizabeth Chatsworth
Albion Star System: CE 3048The Planet Britannia Cathedral Zee’s silver ankle bells jingled with every step, light and lively after her prison chains. She kicked out her toes, talons retracted, careful not to shred her snowy bridal robe. Her merry tune played off-beat to the guards’ slow, booted march. Thud,…
Cinderella Reflects on her Gateway by December Lace
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life running down steep palace steps with a swollen ankle bound in glass and a shoeless foot, throbbing vagina, my evening interrupted by strokes of a clock whose noise tears the world in two // No, I’m devastated to be running away from…
One Hundred Years of Dreaming by Chris Collins
The Old Woman’s Advice Calpurnia woke up screaming. Breathless, she gasped into consciousness, her panicked bosom heaving until the Oneiroi demon dislodged and shuffled off with a sneer. Clutching her husband’s arm as he rose, she told him of her dream and begged him – do not leave. And, laughing,…
Erysikthon by Phyllis Meshulam
A Thessalian king who chopped down the sacred grove of the goddess Demeter (Ceres) in order to build himself a feast-hall. Theoi Greek Mythology 1.A many-turreted tree, sacred to holy Ceres,twig-fingers webbed with new green,prayer flags attached. But he will have none of that. For lumber and his empire, it will be dispatched. “Foreman, henchmen,…
The Birdkeeper by D. Brody Lipton
Once, in a land far from here, a Birdkeeper toiled quietly in his aviary high in the hills overlooking a thriving city nestled in the valley below. From his home among the pine and fir trees, he could see roads and footpaths leading to the square, the shops and schools,…
The Ladies of Lancashire by Clay F. Johnson
Rooted atop a grassless hill existsA leafless, barkless cemetery tree,Its branches twist like curling witch-fingersPainting long, creeping shadows, aliveWith a flickering spectral-glow of black-Opal’d witches’ dust—floating mists of ghost-light—Capturing cold and lifeless flames withinThe deepening darkness of impending midnight As the shadows deepen, the tree-roots awaken, Enchanting the hill with illusions…
Snow White Sees the Mirror by Elizabeth Burk
Is that a strand of gray you see? What does the mirror say, if not that you are not what you seem to be, not what you think? You are vapor poured into a vase, delivered in smoke and sharp angles, a wolf in bear’s skin, howling and hairy sharp-mouthed, tongue-tied to another face…
Fairer by December Lace
I was brought here as a clean prisoner, stone walls and a corset stealing breaths from my lungs,whalebone carving my waist, wilting my ribs. The stranger husband with foreign skin a scarier topography than the new land our manor was rooted in. My arrival brought downcast eyes and the vigorous scrubbing of her portrait every…
Telling Stories by James Diaz
She remembered hardly anything from before. Certain colors hinted at larger things, but what exactly those things were, she didn’t know for sure. The boy tells her the world was a variation of purple before the Fathers disappeared. Like thistle or plum, she asks, but the boy is preoccupied with a wooden…
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