Calling on Persephone, by Penn Kemp
Blessed be the lost ones, those who
left, in our opinion, too soon, whose
time, they say, had come. Blessed
Blessed be the lost ones, those who
left, in our opinion, too soon, whose
time, they say, had come. Blessed
by Susan McCaslin | Dec 23, 2015 | issue28 | 0
Swept into Hades’ Hummer, she feels her hairdo take a tumble.
Voodoo conjures up an ice palace of perpetual frost
where uncle Helios, sun god, never dips.
by Frances Roberts-Reilly | Nov 9, 2015 | issue28 | 0
You know these roads –
Here at the crossroads,
Where Hecate’s hounds
Howl at night.
by Geraldine Charles | May 28, 2008 | issue7, Reviews | 0
“Thrice blessed are those mortals who see these mysteries …”
Read Moreby Judith Laura | Apr 13, 2012 | issue20 | 0
You come
with the budding
of the crocuses, sprung
from Athenian depths,
My body struggles to unfreeze from the frozen wastelands of winter, as the snowdrops open fully to the still-freezing north winds.
Read Moreby Sheila Rose Bright | Nov 1, 2009 | Issue12 | 0
When we are mourning the recent loss of a beloved person, animal, object or situation, we often feel like hell. Frequently we feel that life isn’t worth living any more, that there is no point to life, that we’d rather die, that we’ll never stop feeling as miserable as we currently do, and that we’ll never get over the loss or feel happy again.
Read Moreby Doreen Hopwood | Sep 20, 2010 | Issue15 | 0
Laughing lithe, pubescent nymphs,
Well fed flesh and lissom curves,
A glimpse of phallic spears,
Priapic thoughts of twisted love,
by Elizabeth A Kaufman | Nov 21, 2009 | Issue12 | 0
As a Pagan, Goddess-worshipping witch and priestess, I have over the past thirty years celebrated the Winter Solstice in a variety of ways. As my path evolved, I made appropriate changes and adjustments, but never quite found that which truly felt right. In 2007 however, I came across a rite for Helios on one of the Hellenistic reconstructionist groups I belong to which provided the inspiration I needed.
Read Moreby Doreen Hopwood | May 3, 2008 | issue7 | 0
Remember the day Persephone
Entered the Underworld,
Vanished beneath the
Earth,
by Susan McCaslin | May 31, 2011 | Issue17 | 0
Flanked by milling shoppers
jockeying for positions in line ups,
I walk through a labyrinthine, underground mall,
past elegant makeup counters, robotic joggers,
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