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THE TAMING OF THE BEAST

THE TAMING OF THE BEAST, by Brinsley Gale: He rode through darkling forest mere, feeling that the dawn was near And closed his eyes to banish fear; he rode to slay the beast. The Dragon slept within his keep, tossing in a dreamful sleep By little left of a village sheep, remains of last night’s […]

THE SWORD

THE SWORD, by Cullen Groves: OSWULF: Well, sword, how much of foemen’s blood have you drunk, And into how many breasts have you sunk, Deeper sunk than Love’s black honeyed darts? I bare another breast before your blade, Take it! Bite deep that I might be unmade, To lie in sleep’s surcease. SWORD: It matters […]

THE SUCCUBUS

THE SUCCUBUS, by Colin Heintze: the beat of wings, I pray an owl is cause enough to cower a woman-thing both fair and foul visits me each evening’s glower how many bargains, devil-struck how many hands that wicked fruit would pluck from serpent-coiled boughs to feel her breath against my ear to hold her warmly […]

FORTUNE-TELLER

FORTUNE-TELLER, by E.L. Schmitt:   A fold of painted cards across a rune-scribed palm. Inked in black and red, she tells his future nights. Across a pampered palm nails skitter, slip and show. She tells his future now in swirls of breath and song. Eyes skitter, slip and sting, blind in the fire-lit tent. Swirling […]

THE SHIP IN THE CLOUDS

THE SHIP IN THE CLOUDS, by James Hutchings: I was walking alone on a wet stretch of stone that the guidebook had claimed was a beach and the sea was as gray as my spirits that day and I sighed as if robbed of my speech. And it seemed as I sighed that the world […]

THE REGION LINUIS

THE REGION LINUIS, by Lorna Smithers: ‘Then it was that the magnanimous Arthur, with all the kings and military force of Britain, fought against the Saxons… The second, third, fourth and fifth (battles), were on another river, by the Britons called Duglas, in the region Linuis.’ – Nennius, History of the Britons.   In the […]

DON QUIXOTE’S QUANDARY

DON QUIXOTE’S QUANDARY, by Colleen Anderson: He had studied flags, kites and pinwheels knowing them for the harmless fry of monsters they would soon become his duty for all his tilting at windmills everything looked skewed An enemy of state of mind he sought the source of untamed, wanton might not just to cage a […]

THE DEATH OF CONWYNN THE WILD-EYED

THE DEATH OF CONWYNN THE WILD-EYED, by Colin Heintze: The coals are burning weak and low even now they cease to glow so come sit for a spell I have a story to be told and it might just do you well to escape this winter cold You in the back who’s talking so an […]

DIANA’S JUSTICE

DIANA’S JUSTICE, by Adele Gardner: The maiden hies off to the woods: On a moon-pale steed she rides, Decked out in doublet, hose of black, A sword all by her side. She goes to meet her own true love With lips pursed in a frown, And rides beneath the greenwood boughs Until the sun goes […]

THE TEETH OF ST. AEDH

Saint Aedh and the Teeth of Sliabh Scoilt:  An Epic of the Ancient Irish   How did Aedh Mac Carthin fight and win such glory to stretch from Ireland to Rome? It will be told. There were sad days at Armagh as Patrick lay dying.  And the saint on his deathbed called to his household.  […]

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