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THE LAY OF HRETHULF GLAMIRSBANE

THE LAY OF HRETHULF GLAMIRSBANE, by Cullen Groves At the marriage feast of Glamir to the maiden Erna, in Glamir’s own hall of Hlodvangr, Hrethulf and his band of berserks drank the last of the mead and the feast-ale while the night was young, and the marriage yet unconsummated. Hrethulf and Glamir were shield-companions of […]

I WALK TOWARDS DEATH

I WALK TOWARDS DEATH, by Elwin Linhirrie:   I walk towards death with every step An outcome long foretold I keep my time in numbered breaths More precious now than gold   Immortal once, or so they said A life made mortal now The curtain drops upon the stage The actor takes his bow   […]

CHIRON

CHIRON, by:  Gary Every:   A horse has the heart of a hurricane and while running the tail and mane flutter furiously as if in a flurry of wind. Horses often run fast just because they can but horses run different from you and me. Horses leap into the air while the earth spins beneath […]

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 […]

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