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Preserving Beauty-Fiction by Paul Michael Dubal
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The Knife She Done it With-Fiction by Matt Phillips
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Squatters-Flash Fiction by Paul Beckman
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Something Has Happened-Poem by Judith Partin-Nielsen
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Sweet Rivalry-Poem by Meg Baird
when it comes round-Poem by Meg Baird
Dat No Apply to Debra-Poem by Joe Balaz
No Can Change Its Stripes-Poem by Joe Balaz
Infested-Poem by John Grey
Living With the Dead-Poem by John Grey
They-Poem by John Grey
Chesapeake Night-Poem by Gregory E. Lucas
Sunrise on Port Royal Sound, SC-Poem by Gregory E. Lucas
The Final Dream-Poem by Gregory E. Lucas
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Dark Tales from Gent's Pens

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Art by W. Jack Savage 2018

Sunrise on Port Royal Sound, SC

by Gregory E. Lucas

 

Come back; come back into the pre-dawn sky.

Never vanish behind a brightened dome.

Like the last held breaths on the threshold of death,

Those stars portrayed the likeness of your face

Then lost their struggle to prolong themselves. 

What need was there to splash against the night

The gentle gleam of your vivacious eyes

If such a gift would dwindle to a dull

Stain of multifarious hues embossed

Above Port Royal Sound at Hilton Head?

No breeze disturbs the glassy inlet’s surface

That just a moment ago pulsed with wavelets.

Such stillness seems a gathering of forces

Prepared for their release onto the seascape. 

While the sun’s tip spreads tints across the sky:

Soft yellow strands, (the semblance of your hair),

Reds—blues as strong as love holding true—

The kind bath of morning’s rays renews your touch. 

There, where the green marsh grasses shelter cranes,

Whose white wings beat the summer air, hope springs

And thrives with the promise of your keeping near.

Here are clouds reflected in a shallow pool,

Taking shape to form another sketch of you

That spreads past boundaries, throughout the world.

The stars have faded altogether now.

Our new-formed constellation will appear again,

But only in memories and candied dreams.

The sun continues on its steady course.

My day begins, colored by imprints of your love.

 

 

 

Gregory E. Lucas writes fiction and poetry.  His work has appeared in issues of Yellow Mama and in many other magazines such as The Horror Zine, Bewildering Stories, Dark Dossier, Blue Unicorn, Blueline, The Lyric, The Ekphrastic Review, and Neologism.  He lives on Hilton Head Island in South Carolina.Gregory E. Lucas writes fiction and poetry. His work has appeared in issues of Yellow Mama and in many other magazines such as The Horror Zine, Bewildering Stories, Dark Dossier, Blue Unicorn, Blueline, The Lyric, The Ekphrastic Review, and Neologism. He lives on Hilton Head Island in South Carolina.

In Association with Black Petals & Fossil Publications 2018