This is the first issue of MYTHOLOG. We've stories and poems of a 'mythical' sort to delight and enchant you. We've illustrations by Kimberlee Rettberg and Amanda Burkinshaw. Come in and enjoy.
Very short fiction
by Tim Hoke. This urban fairy tale has a Fortean feel, and reminds one of the gremlins and foo fighters of WWII fighter pilots.
A blend of history, geography, and fairy tale, Charles Lipsig creates a folk hero
with an unexpected story.
Blowing the dust off a tattered grimoire, Jamieson Wolf conjures a story
that promises to raise the hairs back of your neck.
by Maria Nutick. Just as the bard Taliesin, exists since the beginning and will live until Doomsday, so the timeless image for which this anapestic verse is titled, runs away with the imagination.
Some of the best metered poetry is ornate with changes in the meter... with dactyls and trochees... flecks of life and its passing that are part of the fingerprint of the poem. Touching an event that seems to require a certain formality to avoid falling into the cliched school of bad holocaust literature, in which writers expect that the socially-understood context of their poems should generate enough emotion that the structure of their work shouldn't matter, Michelle Erica Green's poem
stands quite well without such supports.
Maria Nutick dishes up a dark tale
of life near death and loss of mind.
What's buried deep sometimes comes up in the loveliest ways. Em Wycedee's iridescent fiction
glows like a lightstruck pearl.
Do the clothes make the man? Asher Black discovers a parchment
that offers a serpentine answer to this age-old question.
Ring of Iona
It was on the island of Iona, off the West coast of Scotland, according to the Book of Deer, that St. Columba established the great monstery and center of learning among the Celtish Scots and Picts that would lead to the island's designation as the "cradle of Christianity in the Western Highlands." Earlier still, the pre-Celts considered it a ‘thin place’, a place where the veils between worlds thinned. It was a place of standing stones and oak groves. This poem
by Kimberlee Rettberg has something of that feel to it.