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Illumen

Summer 2017


Edited by Tyree Campbell




Published by Alban Lake Publishing at Smashwords




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Cover art "Dragon’s Dust" by Patrick Kennedy

Cover design by Laura Givens


Vol. XIII, No. 4 July 2017 Illumen [ISSN: 1558-9714] is published quarterly on the 1st days of January, April, July, and October in the United States of America by Alban Lake Publishing, P.O. Box 141, Colo, Iowa, 50056-0141. Copyright 2017 by Alban Lake Publishing. All rights revert to authors and artists upon publication except as noted in selected individual contracts. Nothing may be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission from the authors and artists. Any similarity between places and persons mentioned in the fiction or semi-fiction and real places or persons living or dead is coincidental. Writers and artists guidelines are available online at www.albanlake.com/guidelines. Guidelines are also available upon request from Alban Lake, P.O. Box 141, Colo, Iowa, USA, 50056-0141, if request is accompanied by a SASE #10 envelope with a 49-cent US stamp. Editor: Tyree Campbell. Subscriptions: $28 for one year [4 issues], $54 for two years [8 issues]. Single copies $8.00 postage paid in the United States. Subscriptions to Canada: $18 for one year, $34 for two years. Single copies $10.00 postage paid to Canada. U.S. and Canadian subscribers remit in U.S. funds. All other countries inquire about rates.




Contents


Features

Why Read Poetry by Alan Ira Gordon

The Darrell Lindsey Page

My Favorite Poem

About the Poets . . .

A Little Help, Please


Poems

Onyx Rose and the House of the Rising Moon by D. B. Heath

Carathis by Ashley Dioses

Ganymede by Herb Kauderer

Ching Shih Trains Youling to Be a Proper Pirate by Kendall Evans

Ode to Ereshkigal by Amanda Faye

Pure Thought by Lily Tierney

Roll Me Over by Deborah Guzzi

Bringing Sally Back by Tyree Campbell

Scifaiku by Bruce Boston

And They Wrote Among the Stars by Alan Ira Gordon

Six Standards, Guidelines, and Procedures… by Alan Ira Gordon

The Seasons by Amanda Faye

Winged Love by Deborah Guzzi

Discarded Wrappers by Deborah Guzzi

For a Time by Mickey Kulp

For in That Dream, What Nightmares… by Lauren McBride

Mircalla by Ashley Dioses

Gods of the OtherWorld by K V Crow

Milestone by Mickey Kulp

Abandoned by Amanda Faye

the weight of each breath by Peter Roberts

Pipe Dreams by Deborah Guzzi




Onyx Rose and the House of the Rising Moon

D.B. Heath



The moon is a silent spectator

Glowing as an omnipotent opal

In the night sky that harbors a hidden horror

With passionate insanity beyond the bayou,

Where the ripples of brackish water whisper

Vital warnings of enticing evil

Near the house of the rising moon;

A crippled house of haunted amusement

That stands as a memorial of lust and murder

Beyond the scarlet moss and dead trees.

 

Reptilian-throated irises yawn

With lizard lips that drip a sluggish toxin

And scarecrows breathe in bound torment

Among a futile and venomous garden

Surrounding the site of fear and curiosity.

 

Garden gnomes stand like furious guardians

Near the lattices covered with protruding ivy

While alligators lie chained to steel posts

Waiting for swinging lamps of lost hunters;

The victims of a gruesome night.

Fireflies dim their lights in dreadful honor

Of the obsidian moths that shed skin with

sharp wings

To help serve the gators of the rising moon.

 

A trembling knock revives the dead

Upon the termite wake at the crackling door

Where a lascivious woman with a scarred grin

always greets,

She is the one they call Onyx Rose;

The ebony Cinderella of midnight redemption

With eyes that gaze like the twin suns of Carcosa;

Tanning the soul with mesmerizing mischief.

She is the harlot of death

In her home of blood and satisfaction.

 

You can hear Dolly Parton on an ancient jukebox

As the song “Jolene” plays repeatedly;

Echoing through every hall of this wicked bordello.

Red roman candles illuminate on rugged tables

And rumpled blouses flourish the floor

Like a Freudian dream of a sexual sanitarium

With the galore of moans and screams

That make a lustful opera of infidelity

and explicit joy,

With falsettos unheard,

As phantom actors re-enact their deaths

like The Grand Guignol.

 

Within the mistress’ bedroom lies a puzzle box

On a blood stained nightstand

With excerpts from the Necronomicon,

A cubistic portrait dangles from a rusty nail

Above the cracked and beaten bedpost,

Entitled “Picasso’s Apocalyptic Supernova”

And painted skulls decorate the eccentric room.

This is where Onyx Rose sleeps


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