Spear Maiden to Persephone by Geri Lipschultz
“Spear Maiden to Persephone” by Geri Lipschultz All superheroes are violent, so do not marry one, but all who are not superheroes are also violent. A discovery made by one of the female explorers. Empty pages, my life has been that for a while. I’ve stepped into someone else’s book. I’ve skated on their pages. I’ve relinquished my religion and my height. I’ve given up my hair for a good cause. They must...
The Bones of His Face by Jan Lewbin
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Outside Modern Myths: Waiting in the Car While the Teens Battle on Game Night by Rebecca Olander
“Outside Modern Myths: Waiting in the Car While the Teens Battle on Game Night” by Rebecca Olander My son and his geek friends are beautiful, with their Magic cards and D10 dice, their plastic-sheathed comic books and revelry in their own stink in the backwoods of gaming stores, huddled around tables like Tolkien’s fellowship round a fire. Sometimes, they role-play in forests, becoming weekend healers, totem...
The Disappointed Women by Celeste Helene Schantz
“The Disappointed Women” by Celeste Helene Schantz These are the tssking women; the women who glance sideways at my son. These are whispering women, who talk behind their hands; who wait for the bus with their precious brats, little rats with normal brains, mimicking my boy as he talks to the wind, to the robins; speaks in signs with small fingers flying fast as hummingbird wings. He tries to join their...
At Precisely the Corner by Faith Holsaert
“At Precisely the Corner” by Faith Holsaert at precisely the corner a woman with wild eyes as you are turning a kind of wildness as you are turning turn wall-eyed terror another whom you knew and now, look and now, not whom you thought and look again and you will see another she is walking close to the wall no room for a shadow a dog follows a feist dog who fits inside her shadow you know these dogs know them...
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