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Editorial, Tina Cooper, Christine Lowentrout
Editorial, Tina Cooper, Christine Lowentrout
The Mythic Circle
Welcome to The Mythic Circle #12. We apologize for the lateness of this issue. Tina’s triplets (!), bom in March, slowed her down considerably over the past few months. They are now beginning to sleep at night, however, and she anticipates returning to a normal pace soon. We appreciate your patience in the meantime.
The Puppets / The Death Of Sun And Moon, Lale Heine-Koehn, Janet P. Reedman
The Puppets / The Death Of Sun And Moon, Lale Heine-Koehn, Janet P. Reedman
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The Puppets: The woman behind me is cutting a tree to crush me and if it must, his hand, holding mine. The Death of Sun and Moon: The Moon stood in the shroud of night, a crone who waned and sank billowing pale deathlight
Childhood's End, K. V. Skene
Childhood's End, K. V. Skene
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Each yesterday Ended when, quite magically, The streetlights blinked, and once again Bewitched the night.
Letters Of Comment, Angelee Sailer Anderson, Cynthia M. Parkhill, Lynn Maudlin, Joan Marie Verba, Ann Blackwell
Letters Of Comment, Angelee Sailer Anderson, Cynthia M. Parkhill, Lynn Maudlin, Joan Marie Verba, Ann Blackwell
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Confessions Of A Dragon Lady / Windbound, K. V. Skene
Confessions Of A Dragon Lady / Windbound, K. V. Skene
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Confessions of A Dragon Lady: Before I knew the wisdom of this world I felt the ebb and flow of secret tides. Windbound: Back of the North Wind, Under a pallid sun, all life Is permafrosted.
The Man Of An Uncertain Address, Lala Heine-Koehn
The Man Of An Uncertain Address, Lala Heine-Koehn
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Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde were my neighbours at rate time. We used to chat across the fence, discuss the weather due the next day, sometimes our dual problems.
Exile And Mending, David Sparenberg
Exile And Mending, David Sparenberg
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Peace to you, Shulammite maiden! Waiting tears at the heart of hope.
Eleventh Hour / Autumn Cleaning, Gwenyth E. Hood
Eleventh Hour / Autumn Cleaning, Gwenyth E. Hood
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Eleventh Hour: / climbed down the dark and jagged path leading on, down down, in the shadowed lands. Autumn Cleaning: The autumn wind is sighing in the branches to lift dead leaves and carry to the ground
Brides Of Sealmen / Rites Of Union, Janet P. Reedman, David Sparenberg
Brides Of Sealmen / Rites Of Union, Janet P. Reedman, David Sparenberg
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Brides of Sealmen: Loneliness breeds strange fancies in girls grown too old for love Rites of Union: Am I b ut one rhythm? Are my rhythms not multiple as air's motions?
Il-Lyran's Song For Midsummer, Sarah Beach
Il-Lyran's Song For Midsummer, Sarah Beach
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Light lay soft in dreaming gloom. Darkness then did roam and drift.
The White Queen Soliloquy, Lala Heine-Koehn
The White Queen Soliloquy, Lala Heine-Koehn
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A trumpet wakes her from her sleep. The long wailing notes disturb the heavy folds o f her bed curtains
The Bones Of Erin, Linda Buchanan
The Bones Of Erin, Linda Buchanan
The Mythic Circle
When her shovel hit something hard, Sharon assumed it was just another rock.
Rising In The Night, Ramona M. Czer
Rising In The Night, Ramona M. Czer
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When Gina sprang out of bed that night she did it joyfully. Her eyes swept open at once, her legs from the thighs to the toes felt life in them.
The Rescue, Alex Mcgilvery
The Rescue, Alex Mcgilvery
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Darla walked down High Street, her heels clicking a rapid beat, her normally pleasant face marred by a frown.
Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns, Amy Wolf
Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns, Amy Wolf
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George R. Erickson hurled the twenty-five-percent cotton fiber paper across the room, visions of following it with his Selectric dancing through his head like sugar plums.
The Seventh Bellkeeper Of Vienna, Dennis Bock
The Seventh Bellkeeper Of Vienna, Dennis Bock
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In the silence of his violin days (for he composed very little during that sad time) Mozart slept while he could, at the height of day when all of Vienna was loud and alive with accident and arguments, castrations, rehearsals, fist-fights and anthems.
The Stars Are Caring Travelers, Paul Newman
The Stars Are Caring Travelers, Paul Newman
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The day had been a wonderfilled one for all, as the family’s four living generations had been reunited for this holiday spent in the country air at the farm of one of its members.
The Seduction Of Yahu-El Betshintav, David Sparenberg
The Seduction Of Yahu-El Betshintav, David Sparenberg
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Recently an angel of heaven descended to earth. She was not one of the fiery seraphim. Nor was she an androgynous angel, an ofan.
The Bike Trail, Jefferson Dukes
The Bike Trail, Jefferson Dukes
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They were killing the dogs when I met Kalie.
Dialogue Between The Sun And The Wind, Richard Sharpless
Dialogue Between The Sun And The Wind, Richard Sharpless
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What is this tree," said the Wind, "whose leaves are like spines and whose seeds carry two eyes and a mouth?"
The Sorcerer Of Darkstone Tower, Mitchell Diamond
The Sorcerer Of Darkstone Tower, Mitchell Diamond
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Being a peasant wasn’t so bad, thought Carik as he walked down a dusty road to the town of Lanthor.
To Christopher Columbus, Gwenyth E. Hood
To Christopher Columbus, Gwenyth E. Hood
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I wonder at the fervor of your passion, Your dreams o f glory, gold and splendid wealth
On The Walls / Hero To His Captive Elfbride / Asphodel, Janet P. Reedman
On The Walls / Hero To His Captive Elfbride / Asphodel, Janet P. Reedman
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On the Walls: Under the shade of shattered walls, Remembered lives blow like dreams Hero to His Captive Elfbride: Dawn's light glitters on faded mountain tarn Asphodel: Caught in the shadows the keep cast
Mythic Circle #12, Tina Cooper, Christine Lowentrout
Mythic Circle #12, Tina Cooper, Christine Lowentrout
The Mythic Circle
Welcome to The Mythic Circle #12. We apologize for the lateness of this issue. Tina’s triplets (!), bom in March, slowed her down considerably over the past few months. They are now beginning to sleep at night, however, and she anticipates returning to a normal pace soon. We appreciate your patience in the meantime.
Editorial, Tina Cooper, Christine Lowentrout
Editorial, Tina Cooper, Christine Lowentrout
The Mythic Circle
Welcome to The Mythic Circle #11. This issue offers some variations on a theme of Winter-into-Spring, particularly Doug Rossman’s notable "The Theft of the Sun"; let us know if you enjoy the seasonal parallelism. You’ll also notice that we continue to run a lot of poetry, including a series of poems by Dirk Verhulst which delicately probe the terror in everyday life, and a wryly lyrical series by Clelie Rich.
One Sunday My Son / Cassandra, Dirk J. Verhulst
One Sunday My Son / Cassandra, Dirk J. Verhulst
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One Sunday My Son: One Sunday my son ran into the orchard behind the house. Cassandra: You have heard the children cry from the water below the rock: the earth red with blood from the feast of the father.
Civic Hospital, Emergency Ward / Reluctant Spring, Dirk J. Verhulst
Civic Hospital, Emergency Ward / Reluctant Spring, Dirk J. Verhulst
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Civic Hospital, Emergency Ward: In the waiting room my wife rests her pain on my shoulder; the broken bones are hidden below the surface of her skin. Reluctant Spring: This spring the birds fly low above the trees; their new green skin not yet able to hide the bones of branches.
Seamist For Two Voices, Clelie Rich
Seamist For Two Voices, Clelie Rich
The Mythic Circle
Who waits by the seashore, there on the rocks, grey and cold and forlorn?
Sean's Retort, Howard Tessler
Sean's Retort, Howard Tessler
The Mythic Circle
I hunt to fill my table; to sate my hunger.
Olde Ballade, Gwenyth E. Hood
Olde Ballade, Gwenyth E. Hood
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Come, listen to the Story Olde Of two Cities and a Friar Bolde