On our cover: “Odes to the Moon” by Lady Heather Valentin
Moon-Dawn
The hills, a-throng with swarthy pine,
Press up the pale and hollow sky,
And the squat cypresses on high
Reach from the lit horizon-line
They reach, they reach, with gnarlèd hands—
Malignant hags, obscene and dark—
While the red moon, a demons’ ark,
Is borne along the mystic lands.
~ Clark Ashton Smith (1893-1961)
Scarlet Literary Magazine 