Volume 2, Issue 5    |    ISSN: 1941-2908
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Bluebeard Searches for a Bride

by JOSELLE VANDERHOOFT






          They flee from him
          these tatter girls,
          sparrows sensing
          swift green eyes,
          perhaps a glint of tooth.
          In ones and twos they flee
          flash of threesome, moresome
          ducking into door and alley.
          Shadows giggle—
          terror or flirtation?
          They are so young,
          large feet and too-soon breasts
          He cannot say, they cannot say,
          and that is half the fun.

          It is springtime,
          snow drips into sky and crocus.
          His beard blows black
          almost bluer than the halo
          still lingering on night mountains.
          Lips wet with concentration they take turns:
          closer, closer
          Then a little more!
          Touch the coarse hairs, coarser than the strawy bracken
          Leap! Before he snaps,
          a scream of pain-on-joy.
          Of course they fear his strangeness,
          the bump of bones beneath his leathery hands
          that tense to—lunge and grab!
          But there is a kind of ember in him
          that makes him beautiful,
          a forest on the edge of lightning.
          So they must press closer
          even as they run
          as girls do.

          In this sunlight
          Bluebeard rolls tectonic shoulders,
          searches—grey eye to blue
          to brown, to hazel, and the rarest green
          for that May Day giddiness, yes, yes,
          but even more, that teenage dreaminess,
          that "I do!" trapped magnolia
          shaking so hard to bloom in February,
          little miss who will play house and hearth
          with real, grown-up dolls.

          He searches for the lean look of a bride
          and if not,
          a face that veils a gem-cut skull
          will do just as well.





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JoSelle Vanderhooft is the author of several poetry collections, including The Minotaur's Last Letter to His Mother (Ash Phoenix), Ossuary (Sam's Dot Publishing), Desert Songs (Cross-Cultural Communications, 2008), Tales Twice Told (Sam's Dot Publishing, 2008) and Death Masks (Papaveria Press, 2008), the novels The Tale of the Miller's Daughter (Papaveria Press) and Owl Skin (Papaveria Press, 2008) and a collection of short stories from Drollerie Press to be released in 2008. Her poetry and fiction has appeared online and in print in a number of publications, including Cabinet des Fees, Star*Line, Mythic Delirium, Mythic, Jabberwocky, The Seventh Quarry and several others.




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      CONTENTS

     

      FICTION


      —Identified: Musings (Attributed to Mardun T.)

TOIYA KRISTEN FINLEY

      —Mr. Water Bones and His Wife

PAUL JESSUP

      —The Writing's on the Wall

MATTHEW KRESSEL

      —Praise and Criticism for M. Rekling's The Bottle

ALEX DALLY MACFARLANE

      —Between the Lines

JONATHAN WOOD

     

      POETRY


      —Narrowing Silhouettes

NANETTE RAYMAN RIVERA

      —The Birth of Bluebeard

JOSELLE VANDERHOOFT

      —Bluebeard Searches for a Bottle

JOSELLE VANDERHOOFT

      —Bluebeard's Honeymoon

JOSELLE VANDERHOOFT

     

      NONFICTION


      —Interview: Duncan MacLean

KRYSTAL HART

     

      SERIAL


      —A Self Help Guide for the Last Few Zero Years [1]

DOUGLAS LAIN

      —The Letter

MARK TEPPO

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