Photograph by Kelly Stiles
Night Comes Softly
by Kelly Stiles
Night comes softly, and the crickets chirp their spell-binding lullaby. In a small thicket the nymph lulls to trance-like slumber . . .
From the Spirit Photographs of William Hope (1863-1933)
From the collection of the National Media Museum, Creative Commons
The Ghost of Henry’s Past
by Caren Gussoff
My mother told me love is a fight, that’s why the heart is shaped like a fist, that’s why they say it’s beating . . .
Image copyright Wade Bowen, 2006
A Little Part of Me Dies
by Lane Bowen
“Run,” I tell my diminutive shadow, “before the Chicken-Crow of Ammon-Tok can pierce us with his quills.”