Black Petals Issue #99, Spring, 2022

Editor's Page
Artist's Page
Mars-News, Views and Commentary
Are You Full? Fiction by James Kompany
Bunker-Fiction by Ron Capshaw
Buy Here, Pay Here-Fiction by Kim Bonner
The Church of the Coyotes Who Would be Wolves-Fiction by Roy Dorman
Elm Mills-Fiction by Mack Severns
Hearts in the Gutter-Fiction by Lamont Turner
Midnight Espresso-Fiction by David Starobin
Spider Bite-Fiction by N. G. Leonetti
Test Tube Babies-Fiction by Kilmo
Witches' Jubilee-Fiction by Hillary Lyon
Biter: A Love Story-Flash Fiction by Harris Coverley
New Mail-Flash Fiction by Eddie D. Moore
Reasons Not to Wake Up a Sleeping Beggar in the Morning-Flash Fiction by Marcelo Medone
While I was Frozen-Flash Fiction by K. A. Williams
Woodshop for Werewolves-Flash Fiction by Mark Jabaut
Bruja-Flash Fiction by Cindy Rosmus
First Light-Poem by Jeffrey Park
Soul Music-Poem by Jeffrey Park
Stalker-Poem by Jeffrey Park
Zombies in Space-Poem by Jeffrey Park
Bleeding Senses-Poem by Jess Boaden
I'd Like to Speak to the Manager-Poem by Carl E. Reed
The Woods (Behind My House)-Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Nocturnal Mode-Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
When I Find You-Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Ethereal-Poem by Kenneth Vincent Walker
Fall-Poem by Mike Edele
Death-Poem by Mike Edele
Where Will You Be-Poem by Mike Edele
Giant Cockroach-Poem by Richard Stevenson
The Allegewi-Poem by Richard Stevenson
Tokoloshe-Poem by Richard Stevenson
The Ghoul-Poem by Richard Stevenson

The Allegewi


Richard Stevenson


The Allegewi of the Alleghenies

like their humans soft and chewy –

don’t generally descend on yer

Arnie Swartzenegger types in spite

of their enormous height advantage.


Mesomorphs need too much stewing

and have to be pounded and diced

into homo s. kebabs skewered and barbecued

with tomatoes, green peppers, and onions –

way too much work; too long a wait.


They need a few corpses in cool caves

for when company comes, and the prep

could take all day.  For the modern

cannibal on the make it’s better to have

dated a while before trying to impress a date.


Bein’ a woodsy, primitively clothed cannibal

with only basic tools at hand, its better

to toss a heavy stone at a human’s head,

knock his brains out; hull the cranium –

brains make a nice raw paté appetizer.


Nards and ears are nice nibbly bits

while the missus or master get busy

with the fire.  Torso, arms, legs

should be torn apart or severed into

bite-size pieces.  Best to plan for an hour’s prep.


No, yer plump child or overweight adult

comes apart easier and his nether bits

aren’t as chewy.  Melt in their mouths

like butter tarts.  Don’t give ‘em farts either.

Little fat kids are the best though.  A treat –


but don’t go around as far.  Good when

yer a batchelor Allegewi, out on yer own.

Don’t have to be too particular about

yer manners or accoutrements.  Bare hands

will rip limbs off nicely.  One’s usually enough.

Richard Stevenson is a retired college English and Creative Writing instructor. Taught for thirty years at Lethbridge College in southern Alberta and recently moved to Nanaimo, B.C. Has the usual pedigree: MFA in Creative Writing, thirty-five published books and a CD to his credit, including four forthcoming volumes in his Cryptid critter, ET, and Fortean lore series.

He says: That's the boring academic stuff. More interested to me is my good fortune in being able to transition from adult free verse of the lit quarterly variety to sci fi, fantasy, and horror! The new titles might give a sense of the fun I've been having, even in these Covid-19 times: _Cryptid Shindig_ (a trilogy including the volumes _If a Dolphin Had Digits_, _Nightcrawlers_, and _Radioactive Frogs_) and a stand-alone collection, _An Abominable Swamp Slob Named Bob_. :-)

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