Vin Nouveau by Joshua Alan Sturgill
“Are you fond of Keats?” said the enthusiastic young lady to her partner at the dance.
The young gentleman gave a glance of nervous perplexity and asked, in stammering tones:
‘‘I beg your pardon, but—er—er—what are Keats?”
Kew Gardens: Photo by David Iliff
NEW POETRY
Always to the Clouds by Joshua Alan Sturgill
GHOSTLY FICTION
At Chrighton Abbey by Mary Elizabeth Braddon. Death in some form or other—on too many occasions a violent death—had come between the heir and his inheritance. And when I pondered on the dark pages in the story of the house, I used to wonder whether my cousin Fanny was ever troubled by morbid forebodings about her only and fondly loved son. Was there a ghost at Chrighton—that spectral visitant without which the state and splendour of a grand old house seem scarcely complete? …
A Leap into Midsummer: This week, we offer a forgotten news article by Machen and a delightful essay on the Little People.
Return to the Elixir by Joshua Alan Sturgill
The Night Sky of London: I was looking at this blurred veil of the sky the other night as I strolled from Trafalgar Square towards the Embankment, when I saw a sight that struck me as strange even in the city of strange things. To the left, floating, it seemed, above the housetops, was a rosy cloud, glowing in its heart, and fade away into pale and fleecy wisps of smoke. I walked on; there was a ruby electric light on the roof of the theatre, and this smoke or steam curled about the red globe and took its colour and floated away over the dark walls. …
LATE SUMMER: Akboritha by Richard W. Rohlin
I Tried Walking Off The Job: A prose-poem by Joshua Alan Sturgill
Andrew of the Brindled Hair: Andrew Lang is dead; and English literature has sustained a loss which it will be difficult, perhaps impossible, to repair…
This summer, Akboritha by Richard W. Rohlin will be published by Darkly Bright Press. Read more.
Informed by Joshua Alan Sturgill
The Life Worth Living: There is one thing that makes me sorry about the Prefatory Note with which Mr. Sidney Dark introduces his story, “The Man who would not be King.” That one thing is that I wish I had written every word of it myself…
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