“I’m a visual artist, not a poet,” says Christine Riutzel. “But when I read Medda’s poem, I could see a really strong woman.” “Baal-perezim woke me up early one morning about five years ago,” explains poet and singer Medda Beam. “A certain line entered my mind while I was still dreaming and struck me as peculiar,…
House of a Hundred Rooms: stories the ghost tour guides do not tell by Keith Scales If anything in these legends should shock the faith of the over-scrupulous reader, he must remember the nature of the place, and make due allowance; he must remember that he treads the halls of an enchanted palace, and that…
The Skeletal Princess by T’iana Sage & Art by Kaitlynn Robinson There is a myth, told by the ancients, that within a grove, in a cursed forest, lay a skeletal princess. Her skull, wet with salty tears, be filled with the memories of the life she’d previously lived, and the thoughts of the life she…
Remembrance — I Am The Land Lying ‘Twixt the Hills by Edwin Woolsey A fond farewell to dear acquaintance, too soon dismissed… Like countless white clouds brushing the unblemished face of an azure sky, Momentarily casting darker shades indiscriminately on sun-dappled slopes. While far above, the red-tailed hawk reverently circles in contemplation… Of the land…