Concerning Kalos and its Father Star

 by Serrin Argo 

    In the land of Terrania, hidden away deep within the mysterious folds of the Myriadverse, there exists a moon named Kalos, that orbits a singular gas giant named Pluvium, which provides all of its orbiting satellites with the distillation necessary to support life.   

   The lone rogue known as Victor Vulpin hails from Terrania, which is known for its production of a singular type of crystal with highly sought after properties.  The crystal forms abundantly in certain verdant desert valleys, and is reputed to have mysterious vibratory qualities which have led it to be called the singing crystals, and in addition features incredible refractory capacities which allow the viewer to glimpse certain scenes taking place on faraway worlds in remote regions of the subPrime dominion.  As such, this particular crystal, known as Zwarcian Glass across the Triverse, is greatly sought after in the manufacture of prescient telescopes and lenses, which are used to make binoculars that allow their users to see certain events unfolding in the future. 

   

     

  

   

To Sing Along

 by  shaun  lawton  

the world is  a maelstrom 

   of interleavened alleyways 

     strewn against a backdrop 

   with everchanging shadowplays

  for dead curled poplar leaves 

   skidding toward a stop upon

  the icy sidewalks we navigate 

 upon our evening walk one winter

  when whispers offer cold solutions

 that only come creeping into 

  our mind some hours later 

 when we must at last succumb 

  to the rule of thumb outlined 

  underneath the bedsheets our

   visage in a shroud enshrined

   breathing in and out so slow 

   to hardly even notice the part

   we play every single sudden night

   this resurrection each new dawn 

  a birthright to which we belong

   and find ourselves to sing along

 

   

 

  

Auroc, Pilot ♉

 Ten years before my friend Alexander Huffington III stole away on that disguised pirate ship to the Americas, I lurked the alleyways near the Thames, unsure of who I was or where I came from.  That was many ages ago, and today I am lucky to be permitted this interval to relay my adventures to you, dear reader buried so far deep into the past.

Although the wild ox may be extinct, the spirit which rushed through the ventricles of its heart occupies my central nervous system like a perpetually auto-tying knot, a-flow with pulsing blood-cells felt through my feet to the staggered rhythms of the street.  Even the memories which stem from the old Norse mists of the origins of these wild oxen remain buried today far too many layers behind the irises of our eyes.

Under the northern hemisphere's winter skies I range across the landscape upon my pair of bared hooves.   I never look at the moon for fear of being taken advantage of during my temporary blindness.  I keep forgetting my frame is probably intimidating to most pedestrians criss crossing the busy lanes during the day, never mind during the stone cold dark of night.

Final entries

zodiac constellation, late 14c., from Latin taurus "bull, bullock, steer," from PIE *tauro- "bull" (cf. Greek tauros, Old Church Slavonic turu "bull, steer;" Lithuanian tauras "aurochs;" Old Prussian tauris "bison"); often said to be from PIE *steu-ro- "be big, be strong, be sturdy" (cf. Sanskrit sthura- "thick, compact," Avestan staora- "big cattle," Middle Persian stor "horse, draft animal," Gothic stiur "young bull," Old English steor, see steer (v.)). steering the course of our lives until the day comes we grab on to the wheel, fear of hearing the source of this thrives until the way hums; bestower of resources haven to your kingdom having come, driven forth from afar and beyond  the commodious oases hidden deep within the plantation's sinuous borders. A sturdiness as of a draft beast. Taurasia (n. a.) a small compact cluster of stars, the common denominator amid foreign culture's view of the constellations.  To be ridden or guided by the hand of fate, that is to be led by angels and demons. An insinuation of parameter's stellar origins, The flag a black shadow cast by the head. Bedeviller and bejinxer, be cleverer and methinks, sir, to grab the bull by the horns.  A maniacal observation from the flight's talon saurus, a tyrant ran over the lawn, Apparently before it looked over and saw us a wire had been planted upon the scene's lay of the land a long straight strong line to hold the drive as we follow along for the ride, to stare as in to look in a direct line ahead, or to star as in a starring role.  A finalist in the starriverse. A violinist in the stratoverse.  Violence in the wine is fine. Torrid molten malleable pliable utility sculptures. Frozen mandatory marmalade daquiries. A finite finish.