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At first, it was called Dragon Bay in derision of an old fisherman who said that a dragon had surfaced near his boat as he was coming back into the bay. He said it was a small dragon and seemingly harmless, and the people did not believe him.
By Jon RemmerdeFebruary 1986Amniocentesis, the royal chamber, the head of Horace Greeley
By Our ReadersJanuary 1986At the Monastery of the Sacred Night the priests perform the ancient worship of sleep. By secret methods they fashion their dreams into a kind of prayer to the gods, and in this way they offer praise on levels which to ordinary men remain hidden.
By Thomas WilochOctober 1985I was sitting at my desk near midnight, when the hair on the back of my neck rose, and a chill ran down my spine. I think someone is standing somewhere a ways behind the cabin, watching me through the windows.
By Jon RemmerdeAugust 1985The Lord of the Wind was born unconscious of himself, during a storm that shook his egg from its nest and flung it from the tallest tree on the highest cliff downwind to the valley floor.
By Joy FranklinJuly 1985Kenny sat thinking one day after they moved to the city where they lived on Palmwood Avenue, a brick street where sparrows seep-seeped washing themselves in the city dust by the curb.
By William K. BottorffMay 1985Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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