the rivers of it, abridged

New York City skyline at night


Spring 2007



Proserpine 1874, Oil on canvas Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Proserpine 1874, oil on canvas
Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Blue Dahlia
Margo Berdeshevsky

She was humming Shakespeare's bawdy songs again.  ...By Gis and by Saint Charity/ Alack n fie for shame/ Young men will do't, when they come to't, / by cock they are to blame...

She'd never had a prince.   Read Story




André Karwath

Glory, Ananias
(an excerpt)
Eileen St.  Lauren

One azure Sunday, Margie Anne Roberts and I went to visit Ananias. 

"Ever drifted through the bar-like boles of Eden amid the firmament?" Ananias' words filled the room like a sculpture fills the stone.   Read Story