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I couldn’t resist one more spooky (and funny) offering, so here you go. Yet I must not. I must be able to wail his fall who I myself struck down. Will you dine in or are you here to pick up? OTHER CUSTOMER (interrupting): Macbeth! Macbeth! You can learn more about her and her work HERE.

The poems in Christi Steyn’s collection What the Moon Gave Her revolve around the theme of self-discovery Although I didn’t find any memorable stanzas and was sometimes underwhelmed by the simple use of rhyme You can purchase the book here. She lives, happily ever after, with her husband and three sons in a house filled with fairy tale books

After breakfast and a reading from their grimoire, the family would gather the ashes of the dead. I loved him--and her mother had been saddened. But she'd also remained quiet, aloof, in the background, a shadow for the following six months. Once the dishes were cleaned, they gathered their Windy Season gear: goggles, bandanas, and long clothing A man, a shadow. Perfect. Then he was gone.

The last words I heard as I died were Lancelot’s. Did the lady hear of them? She is satisfied, but I will haunt her now. When she looks in her mirror, I will be there: my face cracked from side to side, dripping blood on her Her book, The Lady Anarchist Cafe, is available from Autonomedia. Image, “I am Half Sick of Shadows,” by John William Waterhouse.

I have been here before and seen things, Gazed upon the horizon, waiting for darkness to reappear, Holding ~"Saving Daylight" by Davidson Pickett Summer Folklore Be sure to look at your noontime shadow around It will be your shortest noontime shadow of the year! do wander every where, Swifter than the moon’s sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon head. ~ Emily Bronte Easy Summer Desserts Check out some easy summer desserts perfect for any potluck gathering

~The Months of Autumn~ SEPTEMBER There are flowers enough in the summertime, More flowers than I can Here as we move into the shadows of autumn The night that brings the morning of spring Come to us, The pond stiffens and the white field over which the fox runs so quickly brings out its long blue shadows Moon October 28, 2023 The Hunter's Moon was given its name because it was at this time that tribes gathered Follow her on Twitter @AMANDABERGLOFF

After breakfast and a reading from their grimoire, the family would gather the ashes of the dead. I loved him--and her mother had been saddened. But she'd also remained quiet, aloof, in the background, a shadow for the following six months. Once the dishes were cleaned, they gathered their Windy Season gear: goggles, bandanas, and long clothing A man, a shadow. Perfect. Then he was gone.

Whispers of wind stirred echoes of the past and scattered thoughts of a different time and place through her Lost and Found in the Rain Alicia Hilton "I am a weather witch, and I would reward each of you with a The Shadow Prince Susan K. H. Newman We fly together, up into the light... Light Bird, Shadow Bird Jason P.

must do so again, and emerge with his children, or he will see her dead. The forest is sinister and dangerous, a place where monsters lurk in the shadows, and traps lie around , but she refuses to jeopardize her family and must attempt the journey. I hadn’t previously read any books from Premee Mohamed, but The Butcher of the Forest definitely made You can find a copy HERE.

Instructions: Gather those you love around you. Watch the flame flicker; watch shadows spill like liquid night. Her work has appeared in Eternal Haunted Summer, Blue Heron Review, Forget-Me-Not Press, Mermaids Monthly

Instructions: Gather those you love around you. Watch the flame flicker; watch shadows spill like liquid night. Your silent wish will rise upward with the candle’s smoke, An offering and a prayer. i Kelly Jarvis teaches She lives, happily ever after, with her husband and three sons in a house filled with fairy tale books

Hiking through a forest preserve, I tried to find myself hiding in dappled shadows. Her branches clacked, a swift jab in my back. The needles tickled, but I dared not laugh. I spun in a circle and fell on my ass. The Nereid vanished, but I heard her laughing with me. Her work has appeared in Daily Science Fiction, Enchanted Conversation, Modern Haiku, Neon, Unnerving Her website is https://www.aliciahilton.com. Follow her on Twitter @aliciahilton01.