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Black Lantern Publishing: The Bones Under the Oak

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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume I Fall 2009. The Bones Under the Oak. T was late November and Keith Highsmith was returning home for Thanksgiving. He had hoped to leave the college earlier in the week, but a late scheduled exam and a term paper due before the holiday had caused him to delay his departure until the last minute. Anxious to shorten the distance between the college in. And his home in east. An Online Art and Literary Journal. Black Lantern Publishing Links. Volume II, Spring 2010.

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Black Lantern Publishing: Harvest Time

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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume I Fall 2009. A Métis Indian lady, drunk,. Hands blanketed as in prayer,. Over a large brown fruit basket. Naked of fruit, no vine, no vineyard. Inside-approaches the Edmonton,. There are only spirit gods. Inside her empty purse. Inside, an infant,. Restrained from life,. With a fruity wine sap apple. Wedged like a teaspoon. A shallow pool of tears. Mounts in native blue eyes. Snuffling, the mother offers. A slim smile, turns away. Through near slum streets,.

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Black Lantern Publishing: Dead in the Water

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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume I Fall 2009. Dead in the Water. Slowly up and down. I didn't treat myself. Wishing I could sing. Salt on my lips. And you and you. Wondering where I am. Seemingly like all the others. Except I can't catch my. Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write, listen to his music, and dance late into the night. He was born in Fort Belvoir, Virginia. His parents are native Texans. He has lived most of his life in California. His poetry has appeared in. Volume II, Spring 2010.

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Black Lantern Publishing: Melancholy Sits Quiety on a Hill

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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume I Fall 2009. Melancholy Sits Quiety on a Hill. Melancholy sits quietly on a hill,. Framed in greenery—wild, lush. Day stretches her rays extravagantly ‘till. Night finally induces her to hush. The moonlight drips, cascading down. Her long, twined, silvery locks. Mildew glistens effervescently,. Highlighting her sinewy bluish. There on her hill, perched on her rock,. Melancholy gazes over the. Hypnotized by the wanderings of man,. Those who espy her from far away,.

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Black Lantern Publishing: Layers

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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume I Fall 2009. Ddie Sandbach loved layer cakes more than anything. Next best was anything that reminded him of layer cakes. Like a mattress with a box spring, the bedspread spread on top like green frosting. Or sedimentary rocks, with their stripes of layers. Or the brightly colored dishes stacked in the cupboard, each color a different delicious flavor. An Online Art and Literary Journal. Black Lantern Publishing Links. Volume II, Spring 2010.

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Black Lantern Publishing: Years Later, The Sky Slopes Like a Roof

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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume I Fall 2009. Years Later, The Sky Slopes Like a Roof. If we’re the sum,. As some say,. Of everything previous,. We’re still climbing. The tower of bones,. And then in millions,. While the duke of Auschwitz. And his lady go riding. Under a peasant moon,. And angels with flight feathers. Like long black pennants. Forget what it was. They were sent to do. The gates close at 5 pm. It was barely noon, but already hot. I called her name. Here, she said.

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Black Lantern Publishing: The Magic Pen

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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume I Fall 2009. An Online Art and Literary Journal. Black Lantern Publishing Links. Volume II, Spring 2010. Volume I, Fall 2009 Art. Black Lantern Publishing © 2009, Rebecca Huggins Publisher/Editor-in-Chief. For questions or queries, feel free to contact us at blacklanternpublishing@gmail.com.

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Black Lantern Publishing: The Cloud

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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume I Fall 2009. Amrita Jampo, known to the villagers as the Gentle One, was turning fifteen, a very special time for the people of Baga, for it was on this day that Amrita was to climb part of the great Chomolungma [1]. An Online Art and Literary Journal. Black Lantern Publishing Links. Volume II, Spring 2010. Volume I, Fall 2009 Art. Black Lantern Publishing © 2009, Rebecca Huggins Publisher/Editor-in-Chief.

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Black Lantern Publishing: Black Lantern Publishing, Volume I

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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume I Fall 2009. Black Lantern Publishing, Volume I. Ye who read are still among the living; but I who write shall have long since gone my way into the region of shadows."- Edgar Allan Poe, Shadow. An Online Art and Literary Journal. Black Lantern Publishing Links. Volume II, Spring 2010. Volume I, Fall 2009 Art. Black Lantern Publishing © 2009, Rebecca Huggins Publisher/Editor-in-Chief.

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Black Lantern Publishing: Tribes of the Serpent

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An Online Art and Literary Journal Volume I Fall 2009. Tribes of the Serpent. In this land the water. Was once dark as black. Plums and the hail fell in triangles. Of ice grey until the morning. The scarlet seas whelped. Spilling into the forests. Like a carpet rolled. Out for royalty. The serpents. Skimmed the jungle floors. With agile pink tentacles,. Telling tales to the old tribes. Of undersea blue caves. With the lithe bodies. Wrapped in the silky torrents. Of their own hair. Heartily, gold particles.