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Now it happened their oldest girl was one-eyed, but she was the most wakeful and sly, Lilith, so Snake Satan dispatched her one evening to spy out Jack’s movements and…    read more

“Gloves”
“Summoning the Shades”
“A Serpent’s Tooth”

Hey there. My name is Connie Aderholt, and I’m an alcoholic. From way back. About the time I changed from Conrad to Connie after a baseball player, that was when I got hooked on hooch. All kinds, canned brew to cinnamon schnapps, Mateus to single barrel scotch. Fifteen, just barely, brought to it in a shed behind the Starfest Café by Ellie Winston, who was stripped to heels, hose and a choker ribbon with a quart of Beam raised high in each hand.

The creature screeched just as it hit the ice, and he thought he felt the collision there on the shore where he leaned against a knobby sycamore. Then the thing skidded, and there was a little trail of blood.

Featuring the poems: Asia Booth from Beyond Keepsake

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen from hither and yon, and welcome to the Lee Chapel on the campus of historic Washington and Lee University. My name is Sybil Mildred Clemm Legrand Pascal, and I will be your guide and compass on this dull, dark and soundless day, as the poet says, in the autumn of the year.

When we heard the horse we moved from the firelight by the ivied oak where we’d been bivouacked and stood to our mounts. It was coming right at us. Pistol aimed at the snapping brush, I called out a challenge. Virg was crouched beside me, his hackles stiff and fangs bared. Haemon Willis and Coates had their Sharps at the ready. Nobody was our friend; we couldn’t be too careful.