‘Subterranean Museum’ by Robert William Shmigelsky

Secret Plans of Ronault Ringeworme

Illustration (c) 2010 Romeo Esparrago

Through the surface of cratered moon,

shining dimly out to open space,

celestial devices, collecting dust underground.

Among the first exhibits included:

the sandglass, Cupid’s arrow, the scale,

balancing pans of good and evil.

Floors down, one could stumble upon

the stables of the charioteer, Helios,

the dark wet cellar of Tartarus.

But undoubtedly, tucked in

at the back, the main attraction was

a narrow hall leading to rebirth.

Where walls of dark-blue crystal —

chipped, cracked, smashed, and flaked –

captured the colors and shades of their faces

as Gods, led by foreknowledge of Man,

followed the path of that narrow hall

and traversed into Past until undone,

leaving the world to be run by other devices. *

About the Author: Robert William Shmigelsky is an aspiring fantasy writer taking English courses at Okanagan College to improve his writing. Robert has been writing fantasy for himself in his spare time for the last seven years, but only now has begun writing for others. Besides reading and writing, his hobbies include computers and history. He has a dry sense of humor, for which he blames his stepfather. Also, he has a habit of making history jokes that no one but him understands. He is currently working as a certified residential care aide (nursing assistant) in beautiful British Columbia to support his writing. Email: shmglsky@msn.com Story (c) 2010 Robert William Shmigelsky

About the Artist: Romeo Esparrago is an artist with a sketchy past. Illustration (c) 2010 Romeo Esparrago

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'Big Picture' by Lawrence Barker

Illustration (c) Romeo Esparrago
Illustration (c) Romeo Esparrago

Our long hard trip has left us worn but wise

We learn that matters that look large close by

Can fade to naught when one sees from afar

From Earth, the dying sun filled half the sky

Fourteen light years away scarce does its shine

Stand out from that of any pallid star

*

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'ANNAM' by Romeo Esparrago

Annam, by Romeo Esparrago

Illustration (c) Romeo Esparrago

I had returned.

to find Viet Nam.

To find my past.

To find my lover.

To find my Linh.

I returned.

So in the crags deep and distant from Tu Le,

I searched.

I search for my youth,

I search for my answers,

I search for Linh.

I searched.

I found only a temple.

With scars of my past.

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