Ballad of the Night Caller

Fern G. Z. Carr   Mildred Witman was along in years now living on her own in a Gothic Victorian manor once her marital home. She was prone to fits of nerves so in the dead of night the shrill ringing of the phone awoke her in a fright. With pounding heart and...

Before Deer Season

Matthew King   I had a conversation with a deer this morning. I talked; I hope she listened. She was still, half in, half out of the clear, one eye in the shadows. One eye glistened. I said she’d get herself shot if she stood there like that, some little alder...

Flames

Donald Wheelock   Kept too long beneath a stifling log, flames like a dog’s tongue lick the evening dark. Breaking out, devouring their oppressor— Who’s master now?—they point to one clear shot of sky, a circle of clear stars above, angered skyward by red heat...

Spellcasting

LindaAnn LoSchiavo   “Night-dyed herbs,” came the vendor’s cry. “Come buy! Seductive power. Risk-free trial! Please try My wares on Samhain!” Odd plants caught my eye. What did I have to lose? “Can you reverse Ill-omened destiny?” The crone was terse. “I’ll...

The Shaman

Amanda Ball   A sarcophagus in the dark of rock Walls carved with prayers and runes Whispering glyphs to gods and ghosts Rising with the incense smoke I rest, exhale Dissolve to earth and air Evaporate like spirit Awaken the sleeping fire I feel the slow of earth...