Poetry
The Green River Enchantment
The river weaves through
Layers of sandstone
As the ancient bone casts its spell,
Enthralling me
Under the heat of the desert sun.
Lady of Arizona
I’ve heard of your forest goddess,
a watery wood nymph with mossy hair,
watching large beasts with Her dark green eyes —
but She is not mine.
I worship the lines in between things
I worship the lines in between things,
The pulsing web that binds me,
that ties me into life.
Like one of those rope platforms
you used to see on wooden jungle gyms
in small parks surrounded by trees, it holds me up.
I worship, perhaps,
the Spider
who didn’t so make the web,
as keeps it whole,
patching it where it tears
or detaches from its wood-and-metal frame.
I worship
the infinite
knot.
Kelsey Andrews
» Originally appeared in newWitch #01
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Howling at the Gibbous Moon
Howling at the Gibbous Moon
- new snow
- crystals across
- the paloose hills
- pine and spruce
- blacken the
- canyons
- point me back
- to infinity
— Sheryl L. Nelms
» Originally appeared in newWitch #14
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The Goddess
The Goddess
by William Wynne
I knew you when I was seven,
As I lay out
Petting grass,
Like Earth fur,
Gulping moonlight
In the starry explosion of
A Texas summer.
Shadow Realms
CLIO’S CORNER
Shadow Realms
by Colleen Anderson
Where is the world whose noonday umbra
silhouetted smoldering herbs in grottos, and oracles
who lived darkness more than light?
