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A tale and a treat I have for you, a twist familiar, but a story new.
It begins long ago in a place and time not yours to know.

Riddle, it may seem, but I tell it true, this fable familiar; but new to you. So began our journey. End this story of nursery and liars den. Word of caution, words of warning, you might be a character within this yarn. So listen attentively if you care to return or I leave you behind to be butters churn.

No need to get ahead of ourselves, child; now, now calm yourself. I jest. Consider it part of the story dress. Remember, I’m the Woodland Fairy, the very best! Doesn’t that put your fear at rest?

Let’s turn the page in my magic brew, so I may bring this wildly exciting story to you.

All episodes.




Suliman Sallehi

Clouded glass with a blue cast is this month’s moon.
Silent in the still of frigid, Feeds my sadness.
Timeless beneath stars twinkle.

I am another of its owned shadows.
Captured, in cutout, one-dimensional.
Unaware, uncaring, unmoved.

Anything but unfeeling.
Lay upon the glisten of untouched snow.
Like branches and shrubbery, a part of the backdrop.

Another unnoticed shade of charcoal.
Against the moon’s lattice, I am flat in comparison.
Pale against its blue, luminous blanket.

Bathing, our eyes.
Chilling, our souls.
Until transparent, beneath its grandness.



Water by another name

Victor Serban

Anxious is the first to fall, and slow is the others to follow.

Thaw, is a cautious process in weather and heart alike.

Swelling until footing is lost, the first has little choice.

Fear is always at the ready in memory of the past.

A season in coming, as well as in learning.

We forgive but never forget.

Like spring hope finding its way.

Trying to closet the fall of the past.

We are the droplet.

Once the tundra.




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