Featuring “Ghost-Writer” – a short story by Shannon Connor Winward
For a heartbeat, I hate her. For doing this, for fucking it up. For not telling me what she planned. She knew if she’d asked I wouldn’t have let her… would I? But it isn’t a choice now – or rather, it is – overwrite, or death.
I raise my eye to the MEG projection of the left side of Carla’s brain, silent and gray, and the right side sluggish, spastic. She’s in a dream state, echoes of cognition. She is sinking – coma, perhaps. Or flat-lining. Likely, flat-line. I am watching Carla die.
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Currents: Selected Poetry & Prose from the 2014 Cape Henlopen Retreat Writers
One of the projects supported by the Delaware Division of the Arts is their biennial retreat open to Delaware poets and prose writers. The application process is competitive. Work samples are juried in an anonymous review, and participants are chosen based on the merit of their writing submissions. CURRENTS is a collection of poems and stories from the writers who attended the four-day 2014 Cape Henlopen Poetry & Prose Writers Retreat. These writings will stay with you and will hopefully make Delaware proud.
Featuring “Adjudication” and “Preverbal” – poetry by Shannon Connor Winward
Children do not borrow their biology
or our echo (this is your
story to tell), though they do
engulf the future
each of them the oracle in us
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Scheherezade’s Bequest Volume 1. Issue 2
Featuring “The Sea Witch’s Get” – a bipolar love poem by Shannon Connor Winward
When I carried you, I went down, and down again
bent my head, shed my skin
some serpents are born in fire, love
you were forged in tears.
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Someone Wicked: A Written Remains Anthology
Featuring “The Devil Inside” – a short story by Shannon Connor Winward
Micah’s cries had reached a frantic pitch. Becca took the cards from the box and removed the first one. “Our Father, who art in heaven,” she began, but the words failed her. Let me not be crazy. Tears slid down her cheeks as she set each card aside, trying to focus on the candle while her baby screamed, sounding less like an infant than a demon raging.
The flame sputtered, bent, straining to go out, though there was no wind in her warm kitchen. Becca turned the card in her hand face-up.
How does it make you feel? her mother asked, as Becca wept.
Grinning up at her, triumphant, was The Devil.
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Featuring “Passage” – a short story by Shannon Connor Winward
Danu walked at the rear of the procession as the men carried her body down the corridor of stone. The priest stared straight ahead and the others watched the ground, unwilling to see any more than they must in this place of the dead, but Danu saw how the torchlight brought the passage to life. Symbols danced in the stones, at her sides and overhead – spirals and ovals and a thousand suns. The passage was the night sky, reigned in and narrowed so that they could touch it, if only they had the courage to lift their heads.
Danu lifted her head, and Danu touched the sky.
A Devotional Anthology in Honor of Bast (Bibliotheca Alexandrina)
Featuring “Bast”, a poem by Shannon Connor Winward
in the procession of
cars and people, briefly
out of sync
in a perfect
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Featuring “The Seven” – (a truly twisted retelling of The Seven Ravens) – by Shannon Connor Winward
The First twirled a strand of her hair on his finger. It was fine, and long, and blacker than a blackbird’s wing. Black as an eclipse, the same as his.
“My name is Ute,” she said. “I am your sister.”
The First leaned towards her. His breath was hot on her cheek. It smelled of meat. “When the dinner bell rings, I will spread you out upon this table.” He licked his lips. “I will eat you from the inside out.”
Jack-O’-Spec: Tales of Halloween and Fantasy (Raven Electrik Ink),
Featuring “All Souls’ Day”, a poem by Shannon Connor Winward*
It takes a certain alchemy
an arrangement of bones
crisscross, in a cradle of wood
bark, soil, flesh, and stone
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