Premier Issue
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.
Dryad
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.
Jack Stoneleg
A blend of history, geography, and fairy tale, Charles Lipsig creates a
folk hero with an unexpected story.
Crossroads
Blowing the dust off a tattered grimoire, Jamieson Wolf conjures
a story that promises to raise the hairs back of your neck.
Bard
A
quatrain 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.
Twin Towers
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.
Carpe Diem
Maria Nutick dishes up a
dark tale of life near death and loss of mind.
GRACE
What's buried deep sometimes comes up in the loveliest ways. Em Wycedee's
iridescent fiction glows like a lightstruck pearl.
The Fall
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.