Sage Cigar et t es Magazine Samhain 2019 1 r af amr v Tabl e of Cont ent s Rupt ured Looking Glass by Mart ina Rim baldo......................4 Mist ... by Mart ina Rim baldo......................5 Riding Dark Horse Night m are by Joan McNerney......................6 Fear by Joan McNerney......................7 I Plant ed m y Garden by Joan McNerney......................8 Dream Blue by Joan St at el......................9 A Scary St ory by Sam uel J. Fox.....................11 Rit ual by Sam uel J. Fox.....................12 Popobaw a by Richard St evenson.....................13 El Cucuy by Richard St evenson.....................14 Old Man in Black by Richard St evenson.....................15 Chaos Ow l by Tucker Lieberm an.....................16 Set t le Dow n, Y'all by Larry D. Thacker.....................17 / / Procedure/ / by Larry D. Thacker.....................18 Silence by Shannon Elizabet h.....................19 Freyja's Birt h by Ceinw ein E. Cariad Haydon.....................20 Curses by Ceinw ein E. Cariad Haydon.....................21 Our Arm ageddon by Ceinw ein E. Cariad Haydon.....................22 Ghost Train by Kevin Densley....................23 We Are Now Myt h by Kennet h Pobo....................24 Dia De Los Locos by Shannon Elizabet h.....................25 The Window by Holley Cornet t o....................26 Bat of t he Underw orld by Ikechukw u Obiorah....................27 Haunt ed Hospit al by Micah Baum an....................28 Wint er at t he Girls' Asylum by Jill Kiesow....................29 Serpent ine Seas by Cara Bovaird....................30 Graveyard Dancer Dancing by Shannon Elizabet h....................31 The Erlking's Daught er by St ef Nuñez ....................32 Not Son of Sam by Don St oll............2........34 D ear Readers, Halloween has always been my favorite time of the year. There?s something about dressing up as whatever I want, and making my innermost self a reality that leaves me feeling fulfilled for the rest of the year. I worked seasonally at party stores for a few Halloweens more so that I could wear a different costume every day than for the money. They say that on this day, the veil between the living and the dead is the thinnest so it?s extra important that you indulge in some spooky self-care. Here are some tips fro the SC team: - Listen to some spoopy jams (e.g. ?Don?t Fear the Reaper? by Blue Oyster Cult, or the cover by Pierce the Veil) - Do a foamy face mask and pretend to be a ghost (you look boo-tiful!) - Have a scary movie marathon (we highly recommend adding Trick R? Treat to the list) - Build a Frankenstein monster in your basement. Unless you live in Florida, we don?t have basements here. - Listen to the ?Spooked? podcast! Every episode has interviews with people telling their true experiences with the paranormal. - Last but not least, read our magazine! There?s tons of great poems, stories and artwork to help you set the tone for spooky season. 3 o d l a b Rupt ured Looking Glass m i R a n i t Moonlit casting his pale hands upon her window glass r a M Infatuated with its layer of dust Uninvited guest observes from afar As young maiden fashioned in a flaxen la Ce long gown Sits on a baroque Chair combing her ash-auburn hair Breathing heavy summer air Wall-ticker heralds midnight Minute after bedchamber victorian looking glass suddenly ruptures in half Scared to the bones, Maiden jumps off her chair Wonders how could it occur, something so obscure Her mother opens the door in a fury Reads out loud the telegram letter just received Fragile voice shakes in dolor Her cousin of only 18 passed away ? Maiden espies the looking glass and glowers, freezing in the unbelief The mirror crack evanescence? 4 M a r t i n Mist ? a R i m b a l d Close your eyes o Be quiet Listen to the silence While mist hides chaos and terror Who slowly tides it s ropes around you Don't be frightened Mist as a womb protects you Nobody can do you any harm This night is warped with light It will find you And embrace you like a mother Embrace you with it s love Endless love 5 y e n r Riding Dark Horse Night m are e N c to prison library M n where sewer a o backs up flooding J cages of books my brains are washed by a short scientist detectives trail me arrested by police giving up to handcuffs ether now on train calendars peel off cars 1942 1962 1982 2198 1892 1294 passengers screaming screaming off track burning 3rd rail in swamp struggling to reach green reeds i am a fixed target paper duck * pull trigger* fire pin* thru barrel* into muzzle* b u l l e t s h o t paper duck 6 J o a n M Fear c Sneaks under shadows lurking N e in corners ready to rear its head r n folded in neat lab reports charting e y white blood cells over edge running wild. Or hiding along icy roads when day ends with sea gulls squalling through steel grey skies. Brake belts wheeze and whine snapping apart careening us against the long cold night. Official white envelopes stuffed with subpoenas wait at the mailbox. Memories of hot words burning razor blades slash across our faces. Fires leap from rooms where twisted wires dance like miniature skeletons. We stand apart inhaling this mean air choking on our own breath. 7 y e n r e N c M n a o J I plant ed m y garden on the wrong side of moon forgetting tides of ocean lunar wax wane only madness was cultivated there underground tubular roots corpulent veins flowers called despair gave off a single fruit... I ate it my laughter becoming harsh 8 J o a n M c Dream Blue N e r n Deep blue midnight blue. e y Once in a blue moon. Driving a long blue van through a deep blue sea. The steering wheel pops out in my hand, this long blue van crashing crashing. Cold cold everything cold Water cold icy cold. Falling in icy cold water. Once in a blue moon. Diving between the devil and deep blue sea. Driving through waves. in dream blue. 9 10 x o F . everything. Potions. bookshelf door. He wanted J l A Scary Ointments. Ritual and to believe in love, but, it e u séance: looking for seems, love doesn?t not m St ory whatever part of a man believe in him. I go to the a S dies when love leaves. I house in the middle of the In this house there is an would like to say, as the neighborhood, the one ache. In this ache there is a narrator, things get better. with dead leaves dried reason. There is a reason in This is sometimes the case. from the remaining heat of this ache. I squandered Everyone after found him summer, the same with the love as though spending quaint, but also not leaning swing creaking in magic on something enough. He cannot fill a the wind, the same where mundane. She was heart. He cannot fill a void. the door remains locked mundane. She was magic: Sometimes, I hear him and cigarettes litter the an angel shattered its crying, chain smoking porch. I remove the key aureole whenever she peppermint menthols into from my pocket. I walk in smiled, jealous. She fell out the night under a moon he and relock the door. Away of love, did not tell the is small beneath. from the eyes of others, I lover, who lives in this Sometimes, I hear him let down my human skin. house that has an ache. yipping like a coyote. Rabid This is what happens when She led him on for years. for love. He has become love forgets. This is what One day, she confessed he the knocking behind the happens when that part of was not enough to fill her wall. Has disappeared a man dies. I begin to bark heart. There is a beast for a behind the secret and howl and scratch at the man now. He has tried 11 Let us speak only of the temporary. When you wake, truth the damned know. they will have returned to The world is the only hell. You will be hungover, beautiful place and we but temporarily reprieved Rit ual cannot stay forever, for of sadness. forever belongs to the dead You may only do this once a x The moon must be three and beauty belongs to the o year; for the damned have F quarters full. Jupiter must living. much toil and work and J be on the horizon and Mars l Pour the blood and their own lives to live e visible above the u timberline. You must drip, moonshine on the fire. forever infernal. Forever m Once the fire blazes, belongs to the dead and a into a mason jar with two S shots of moonshine, a sudden and bursting, you beauty belongs to the single drop of your blood will notice shadows join you living. When the moon is for fourteen days before beside the fire. They will full, turn the soil and leave the final phase of the take shape. They will be the an offering to the damned: moon. Build a fire out of dead friends you have a burnt letter of thanks will only dead, white birch missed and have thought of do.