BEEN THINKING ABOUT …. SPRINGTIME GOBLINS. Old and worn highway winds next to the creek, a creek now obscured by green leaves and the falling dark. Frogs peep. The old town’s yellow street lamps cast globes of light in the creek side forest, illuminating clouds of flimsy Mayflies. The darkness is close, the water down…
Editor’s note: I was challenged by a good friend to write a “creepy story” involving the nationally recognized Kewpie doll created in the early 20th century by Rose O’Neill, whose Bonniebrook estate lies just a few miles north of Branson near Bear Creek. For the record, I actually find Kewpies to be rather endearing but…
PLATE 1. Winding roads among the rocks and cedars lead to the Bonniebrook Estate five miles north of present-day Branson, Missouri. The Roads to Bonniebrook by Joshua Heston On an early morning in January, 1947, the little Ozark cove and cedar break with a tiny stream leading down to Bear Creek was bleak and barren.…
Bonniebrook Autumn by Joshua Ong Apollo’s massive arm encircles Daphne’s throat. The man’s veins and muscles bulge from constraint. Daphne is held tightly to Apollo’s chest, her legs falling limply between his. Both are naked. Daphne’s head is the branches of a tree, her feet setting roots, evading Apollo’s grasp. A Greek god and a…