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๐—•๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น, ๐—•๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—–๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—น๐—ฒ

๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜“๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜š๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฐ



I warned her, โ€œGillian, leave him alone.

Bewitching men is fun but keep control.โ€


She didnโ€™t listen. Fell in love and broke

Our rules. Abandoned her familiar, too.


All Hallows Eve the harvest moon shone red.

We chirred dark songs for her with rattling bones,

Ignited ceremonial henbane,

Amassed charged graveyard water. Then, by stealth,

We slipped inside his home, snuffed his candle.


Sweet incense of annihilation rose.


Perhaps he magicked her more than she him?

Infatuation is unknowable.

Emotions lack strategic wherewithal.


The coven must protect frail kith and kin

Who canโ€™t envisage misadventureโ€™s cure.



Illustration by LindaAnn LoSchiavo

Native New Yorker LindaAnn LoSchiavo, a Pushcart Prize, Rhysling Award, and Dwarf Stars nominee, is a member of SFPA and The Dramatists Guild. Elgin Award winners, "A Route Obscure and Lonely" and "Concupiscent Consumption," are her latest poetry titles. She has been leading a poetry critique group for two years. Her Texas Guinan film won "Best Feature Documentary" at N.Y. Women's Film Fest (Dec. 2021).



Speculative fiction & POETRY ZINE
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