Winter 2021

“Keep your ‘lectric eye on me, babe. Put your ray gun to my head.”
– David Bowie, “Moonage Daydream


“In the Garden of My Ancestors’ Statues” by Marissa Lingen

The corpses of my ancestors make beautiful art, a sculpture garden around me. The moonlight twinkles on the veins of quartz in their petrified flesh.

“Truth, Death, and the Golem Between” by Erin K. Wagner

“And so the Almighty creates the earth, the sky, the world as we know it, with a story, with the spoken word.”

“Returning the Lyre” by Mary E. Lowd

The snake didn’t bite me. It bit Orpheus, and his lyre twanged discordantly as he fell to the ground.

“Her House There by the Mountain” by Kerry C. Byrne

Anet stands at the head of the grave pit where they’ll bury the box: six inches by six inches.

“The Love Song of M. Religiosa” by Nibedita Sen

She of the flitting legs and the wet-sheened exoskeleton, the straight neck and enticingly rounded abdomen.

“The Mermaid’s Tail” by Jennifer Shelby

“I betrayed my humanity when I helped that mermaid, I suppose.”

“What We Are Remembered For” by Paul Crenshaw

For a time, from a distance, the old oars moving in rhythm, you can remember our history. The axes and swords and shields. The howling of the berserkers.


“At the Playground” by Marcie Lynn Tentchoff

“Shadow Dance/Island” by Kim Whysall-Hammond

“Night Beasts” by Jennifer Crow

“Beneath the Palace Dictionary the Last Evil Mars Moth Sleeps” by Mari Ness


Paula Arwen Owen


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