Mirror Dance

Stray Arrow by Evelyn Deshane Nomi was talking to the sky again. After Abigail cleared the wooden fence surrounding the militia’s proper...

The Lotus Eaters’ Song By Evelyn Deshane Jessilyn had a routine. Once a month, when she had collected up all of her allowance from doing s...

A Kiss by Evelyn Deshane The lightning struck backwards; a fork pulled from the ground & made to tune the sky. They made skin ripe l...

Artemis in Love: Three Fables by Evelyn Deshane One breast, three arrows she knows how to find bone peel back phosphorous from night ...

The Inventor by Evelyn Deshane My man has machine fingers, the kind without sparks, no electricity. He can play the Theremin & make...