Breath & Shadow

Summer 2021
Volume 18, Issue 3

"A Song of Quartz and Queens"

Written By

Starlight Matis

High upon the hills, a queen lay in wait. As she sat on her footstool atop the balcony, gazing upon the stars that gleamed above, she knew her quiet peace couldn’t last. Her private bubble of solitude beneath the heavens was to pop, for another must enter. She couldn’t live her life alone.


Beneath the trees, a young man sat cloaked in dust. To him, the night was a moment to breathe. A whiff of fresh air. A chilling wind bound him to the ground. Morning was soon to arise.

"A Thousand Alarming Presentiments of Evil"

Written By

Farah Rose Smith

Caecilius of Eußerthal Abbey (c. 1019-c.1053) was a Cistercian monk who entered the convent of Eußerthal at the young age of fourteen with prodigious knowledge of Christian doctrine that exceeded the perceived limitations of his age. He began writing sermons at the age of nine, after the death of his mother in a mysterious fire, a woman of faith who was purported to have prophetic dreams of the Lord God before the coming of her perilous fate. His extensive writings, the original manuscripts of which may be examined under glass at the Cistercian preservation library in Düsseldorf, span from his

interpretations of Christian doctrine to alternative, and sometimes blasphemous, interpretations of the lives of Saints. These blasphemes, along with nine volumes of recorded accounts of deviltry, apparitions, and witchcraft in the Südliche Weinstraße, alongside accusations of usury and carnality, resulted in his expulsion from the monastery by Abbot Varinius. Despite the attempts of Caecilius to tell these stories

through exemplums and repair his reputation, the Abbot saw his presence as having no value in terms of the moral edification of the people, and rather as causing a quickening

gash in the stability of the district’s faith amid his pronouncements. Caecilius died not long after his expulsion at the age of 34 in a land dispute of unknown origin. Included

here are selected chapters in translation of his final book of exemplums entitled “A Thousand Alarming Presentiments of Evil”, an exhaustive tome originally written in both Latin and Old High German, documenting the concerning supernatural events of the region during his lifetime.

"Average Jane"

Written By

Morgan Krueger

I look like the average Jane. My friends all call me quirky. I am normal passing, among strangers. Most of the time. You have noticed my difference when I tell stories or recount what I will eat yesterday.


Is time the same for all of us? I can’t tell. I know the three realities: Future, Present, and Past. Yet the tenses slip in my mind, twist around, invert. What happens yesterday will happen, will it not? What goes on tomorrow, happened. This is how time looks to me.

"Biography"

Written By

Colleen Anderson

Can my life be flattened

into a book

the memorable moments

high contrast black and white

not just scraped knees, a nosebleed

passing bullies whose taunts helped bind me

with more than skin?

"Cage-Free"

Written By

Sharmon Gazaway

Pith-white, brittle, hard

alone in the clutch, nothing

About your plain shell…

"Christmas 2020" and "In the Caribbean"

Written By

Sergio A. Ortiz

Four years of jerking myself awake, jarred dizziness, tears and very few friends, the Bronx doesn't need you. Stay, I'll fly in Doña Felisa's ghost with a cargo of snow wraiths.

"Don’t Listen to Me"

Written By

Juliet Corwin

Don’t listen to me

As the words roll 

Malformed

Out of my toddler’s mouth.

As each verbalization

Is accompanied 

By my pudgy fingers’ dancing - 

I never could dance

Never could keep a beat. 

If it is not something I can feel, it is not something I can hear.

"Life Lines"

Written By

Stella Peg Carruthers

I am told at every bus stop that I should go there. Move there. Be a student of The Garden City with its broken chapels and river running through it like a lascivious tongue. I’m told I can be a ‘Justice Warrior’ or a ‘Global Citizen.’ That my accommodation might even be paid for and that yes, it’s the next best thing to Ivy League in Aotearoa - the pictures say so, with their glistening images of brick and blossoms.


And I want it. Desperately. I do not need to be told of its attractions as a place of flowers and lazy river rides or that the campus is the most beautiful in the country. I want it already. I wanted it before the posters were put up and the t-shirts emblazoned with red words and curvilinear logos were donned.

"Lost and Found"

Written By

Wendy Kennar

I lost my teaching career. Teaching was more than my job; it was my passion. My identity. However, the pain and fatigue from my autoimmune disease (Undifferentiated Connective Tissue Disease) made it necessary for me to “retire due to a disability.”


I found my second career, as a writer. Since I was no longer teaching full-time, I could write full-time. Personal essays I submit to literary journals and anthologies. Blog posts for my personal website.


Assignments as a regularly contributing writer for a popular family-oriented website (MomsLA.com).

"Reunion 100"

Written By

Shawn Jacobson

Gathering for their 100th reunion

Of the last class from the Braille school

students returned in marvelous ways.


Some graduates returned from the stars

Riding beams of multicolored lights.

"The Medical MonSter"

Written By

Joanne Mark

I wonder if I never smoked marijuana, would I have felt the wrath of MS? Yes, of course, I was just having a personal pity moment and thought I would try to find all the reasons, excuses and what ifs I could to justify the illness that constantly tries to take over my life.


Funny, but with the latest information on different forms of multiple sclerosis, marijuana is being debated as another means of treatment. Go figure. Being stoned during most of my aging process was a good mask after all.

"The Tsunami"

Written By

Cat Morgan

The events leading up to a Tsunami begin with an Earthquake, a shaking, a shift in the Earth’s tectonic plates, the ground shifting under our feet, what we believe to be solid shifting beneath us. My father’s illness also began with a trembling, a literal shaking, but I failed to predict the tidal wave due to follow.