CHASE OF THE BLUE BLOOD, S.K. Naus   Torrid black clouds blistered along the heavens, Their bellies exploding with cold hard rain. Majesta’s cloak billowed around her and the horse she was riding Like a brazen red flame that could not be extinguished. “Ride on, Victory!” she urged the gray stallion whose ears stood at […]

WHAT YOU’VE BECOME, by Gretchen Tessmer   if wishes were horses? more like rooks and herons kings and beggar men— made weak by yellow-haze sloth sipped at the pond of mud-slick weeds and greed all fools in the face of temptation   I remember when you were brave and knew something of careful deliberation   […]