Jan 26, 2008 Posted by mike

The Tail of The Sea Witch

I once knew a sea witch. Honest! But she’s gone away to sea, now, as she always said she would. I wish she’d come back. When I look out across the ocean and see a patch of green, green water, I remember her eyes. And when I see the sun turn crimson-gold at sunset, I think of her masses of hair. It was the same pretty colour; roseamberine, she called it. (She pronounced it ro-zeem-ber-een.) I... read more

Jan 26, 2008 Posted by mike

ROSEMOUNT

by Mary E. Trimble As the late afternoon slowly turned to evening, she ate from her meager food supply. Her spirits plunged again. She would be all alone tonight. All alone forever. An empty, lonely future yawned before her. She sat up with a little fire as long as she could. Her laundry of shirt and panties hung on sticks near the flames. She didn’t want to go to bed too early, afraid she would... read more