by Nancy Machlis Rechtman She feels her way through the dappled landscapeCradling the memories of a time when it was filled with lightAnd hopeAnd dreamsInstead of this endless echo chamberOf lonelinessWhere she now resides. The sun has yielded to the moon’s prowessSinking slowly across the Western skyBut this is no…
by Megan Parker I brought Medusa to the Opera so we could fool around. I seduced her with promises of macabre song, a scale hissing from the staged chorus in masks that look of flayed clowns flogged by C minor. Is it creepy that I brought Medusa to the Opera…
