Issue 18
2003
CONTENTS
Art
Unknown
Artist
Cover Art
Russell
Dickerson
Inner Art
Fiction
Michael
S Dodd
Song of the Siren
Rain
O’Brian
Victoria
Ian
R Titus
Of Memories & Shadows
Poetry
Rain
Graves
Sekhmet
Rhys
Hughes
A Single Soul
Durlabh
Singh
Spells
Obtaka The Magician
Uncle
River
Spiritual Orphans
Articles
Fiona
Glass
Appearances Can Deceive
Interview
Michael
Lohr
Skull Surfing The Second Wave: An Interview
with writers Jason Brannon, Eric S. Brown and John Grover
Featured Poet
Erin
Donahoe
Wings
Magic
Waking To The Moon
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Rain Graves
"For
my entire life, for as far back as I can remember, I wanted
to be a rockstar. I played guitar and sang when I lived
on the east coast for about ten years, and when I moved
to California in 1995, the first thing on my mind was
making it big in music. Instead, I began to write--seriously
write."
Ms. Graves has published "Blood of a Black Bird",
a poetry and prose collection through Mystyque Press in
2000, which has an introduction by legendary horror writer,
John Shirley. She has the novel "The Gossamer Eye",
co-written w/ Mark McLaughlin and David N. Wilson scheduled
for publication with Meisha Merlin in 2002, as well as
the novel, "The Mosiquios" that she is currently
putting the finishing touches on for a well-known mass
market press. She is also working with legendary horror
artist GAK on a graphic novel tentatively titled "Modern
Monsters" due for release as soon as they get it
done.
She is the poetry editor for the award winning ezine,
Gothic. Net, and has received an Honourable Mention in
Ellen Datlow and Terri Windling's Years Best Fantasy and
Horror (vol.14). She has been published in such magazines
as Cemetery Dance, Twilight Tales, The Urbanite, Black
Petals and Gauntlet Magazine.
Ms. Graves is a serious tango dancer and has won many
competitions. She routinely travels to Buenos Aries, Argentina,
when that country's political climate will allow, competing
in dance compositions.
Visionary Tongue welcomes back Ms Graves and the chance
it has given us to enjoy her excellent poetry once more.
Sekhmet
By Rain Graves
In the side of a dune
a woman sits
she knits a glimmer of time
she hits fingers with blunt iron
drips the blood in the brine.
in the side of a fire
a woman's hiss
is heard in the sizzle of the cistern
she listens for the hunger
waits days for the wound to inferm.
in the side of the sky
a woman's bliss
growls low and deep and throaty
she bends in the presence of shadow
a gift from within, emoted.
in the side of a mirror reflection
a woman's rough-tongued kiss
on the hot skin of supplication
on the eve of the morrow where enemies hide
on the words of powered invocation.
in the side of her left ventricle
a woman's claw from a lioness paw
blood pumping from a hand broken--
blood boiling from a Goddess Rage
blood taken from enemies, a token:
In the side of a dune
an old woman sits
a prayer leaving her lips
as the goddess leaves her cold
The price is high; the wish is old:
And death came to all her foes.
In the side of a dune
a woman sits clinging
to life as the stars blanket her
winking a knowing eyes, a thought
as the solar wind steals her breath
golden arms press her close
to a warm, lion fur breast
© Rain Graves
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