A KING’S LAMENT, by Avriana Allen   I am accosted by the past, a pain I can’t erase. Each time I look into a glass and see my haggard face   the cheeks and nose remind me of my father’s cruel laugh, the menacing tones when he declared the outcome of his wrath.   And when […]

SPILLING TEA WITH A HOUSEMAID OF WYVERN HALL,  by Gretchen Tessmer, pending art by Simon Walpole   go ahead and ask the mighty sky kings to spill the location of their secret passageways through cumulus castles adorned with spiral thermals moon chimes and suncatcher chandeliers but I fear they’ll not tell you anything jealous, proud […]