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Editorial The Moonby R. J. Frogvarian The moon was fancy data. A distant page to observe, study, learn from. Countless hours we have spent gazing upwards, watching this silver disk. Its patterns, phases. The secrets whispered by its light. There were great many things to learn. We now know them all. The moon is a curiousContinue reading “1st of December 1897”

Editorial Art for art’s sake, as I had often said. Art, however, is not to be locked up in a cellar, or thrown in the fireplace, or hidden from prying eyes. Art is not for the benefit of the artist – rather for the benefit of the audience. Art is what the artist wants toContinue reading “24th of November 1897”

Editorial We don’t always make the best of choices. Sometimes, one simple decision is all it takes for things to go to ruin. An unwise purchase, perhaps, a wrong word to the wrong person at the worst possible time. Unwillingness to confront one’s feelings. We all are plagued by some thing and there is aContinue reading “17th of November 1897”

Editorial Moment For Meby R. J. Frogvarian I stole a moment.Spirited away, hidden,deep in my pocket. It is a moment for the world,moment to be shared,from pauper to lord,please no one be scared. While I’d love to shareIt is not the time just yetWait just a small while. Just this little notchthat I had madeContinue reading “10th of November 1897”

Editorial Here’s the desire for a touch of fame. Just a little bit. Ever so closer. Imbibe it. Consume it. My friend’s father was a musician. My aunt met a religious leader. I saw the Queen shopping for pomegranates one time. Do we all yearn for the lights, the shouts, the shadows, the whispers? SignedContinue reading “3rd of November 1897”

A Rather Special Interview Pleasure to meet you, dear Kid Nullman – may I call you Kid? Well, if you insist, yes, sure, it’s fine. Very well then. So, Kid, you are a Midnighter by trade. What had brought you to the rites of St. Joshua? Let’s say, it’s family affairs. Yes. Private occurances. Private,Continue reading “Kid Nullman, Prophet of Tears”

Editorial My arrival to the Neath was just before Hallowmas. How many years ago now I cannot recall. Treacherous time. It is a charming tradition, that of secrecy. Masks, confessions, revelry the likes of which the surface could only ever dream of. All endorsed, of course. All par for the course. Traditions are to beContinue reading “27th of October 1897”

Editorial Today’s modern age is so reliant on timekeeping. Our minds race with ticking seconds. Gentlefolk wind their clocks and watches imported from the surface. Tick; tock; tick; tock. Bells in their towers still ring their sad, needless chimes. It is as if one’s mind might malfunction when not in the presence of a timepiece.Continue reading “20th of October 1897”

Editorial Thoughts creep into my mind. I swat at them like flies. Equally unwanted. Thoughts of betrayal. Uncaring. Selfish, dark thoughts. Their very existence is a concern. To me, to those who might discover them. It is peculiar to feel alone while surrounded by love. I suppose it is fear of what is to come.Continue reading “13th of October 1897”

Editorial The Boatman is a good friend of mineby R. J. Frogvarian The boatman is a good friend of mine.He smiles as my feet touch the sinking wood,A slight, boney smile, intentions to boot,Inviting me, “Roll the dice, pass the time.” Such perverse joys I no longer hide,Light vanishing as we leave behind the worldOf theContinue reading “6th of October 1897”