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Fiction Shagbark by A. A. Attanasio Also An interview with Ramsey Campbell Writer at Large, a regular column on writing by Richard A. Lupoff The Sumerian Shadow Queen, an article exploring the history, of Sumeria by Michael Lohr The Film Vault, a regular column featuring commentaries on unusual, overlooked, or comdemned films Poetry by C.J. Henderson, Lee Clark Zumpe, Justin Kloer, Bruce Boston, Zohar A. Goodman, and Samuel Minier Shagbark by A. A. Attanasio Out of the mist, claws slash and hook their struggling quarry. Wings beat smoky sunlight up to a high branch, where razor beak cuts through the struggle and the flesh and tugs free a red flag of victory. Raw tendons, crimson tissues, and various greasy organs follow, swallowed whole or minced by the dissecting beak. And all the while, the quarry’s head remains intact, emitting sad chirps of distress.... Shivering, We Dance by Sherry Decker With shaking fingers I slammed quarters into the slot. HOT WASH. Crimson water swirled down the drain as I scrubbed the stolen rental car. So much blood! Had anyone seen the splatters and smears during those five blocks at high speed? Had anyone seen my face in the morning’s vague, gray light? “No,” I whispered. Then again, “No!” It had all happened too fast. It had all gone so murderously well.... Invasors de Suenos by Gene O'Neill Business had been slow, which was odd, because Judnich’s was located in the heart of San Francisco’s industrial section, a favorite with the blue-collar sports crowd, and tonight there had been a good boxing match on HBO on the big screen TV. When the last of the skimpy fight crowd drifted out around 9:30, I let my cocktail waitress go home; and I was about to close early, maybe get some writing done upstairs where I lived, when the phone rang.... Burying in Eden by Simon Owens The Mexican boy’s face shone out of dirty sheets as the digger dragged the corpse along the Monajari River. Behind him the water ran in soft indifference and above them the leaves hung to block the moonlight through yellow shadows pooling along the stony ground. Mark Mitchell did not see or hear these things, behind closed eyelids there were times when he did not sense anything. Only the blackness that made up the Mozawe Canyon and the memories that always hid within it. Lost things.... A Hole in the World by Wesley Lambert "Hello?” Pro Patria Mori by Lavie Tidhar She hit the first rabbit with a spray of bullets that sent it flying. Beneath the Black Tower by John Shire "I did not see it myself but I am told, I believe truthfully, by the troops who discovered the room that it contained the bodies of men, women and children, all decapitated.... When Children Weep by Michael Kelly It was early spring, not the time of year for a proper holiday, Ian reckoned. But Emily was gone, the ache in his chest still fresh, and he felt the need to get away, if only to be rid of the slack-faced co-workers who shuffled up to him to mumble their self-effacing condolences.... The Country Doctor by Jame S. Dorr Dr. Ramson wasn’t a very good role model, Sally Akers, his nurse, admitted. But then she probably wasn’t that top notch a nurse herself, or she wouldn’t still be working for him at his tiny practice, out in the sticks, serving the remnants of what once had been a thriving northern New Mexico farm town. New people didn’t move into such places, though, not since the better jobs had relocated into the cities, nor did such towns offer much to retain their own young people anymore. Just their old ones, set in their ways, like Dr. Ramson. Writer at Large by Richard A. Lupoff When I set out to work on a mystery novel called The Radio Red Killer I figured I had a head start on the job. The book takes place at a radio station located in a college town in Northern California. Both the station and the town have a reputation for radical and sometimes chaotic politics. I live in such a town and, when not otherwise occupied, I work at such a station. My fictitious radio station’s call letters were KRED, standing for “Keep Radio Educational and Democratic....” The Sumerian Shadow Queen by Michael Lohr Six thousand years into humanity’s past, two thousand years before the rise of Egypt, there flourished a civilization of wonder, a budding rose in a world primeval, and her name was Sumer.... Welcome to the Film Vault. Each issue presents three commentaries on unusual, overlooked, or condemned films. The commentaries are those of the critics, who are not allowed to discuss the film with each other beforehand. The three critics are John Sunseri, staff reviewer Jeff Edwards, and the editor, William Jones. This issue features commentaries on the film Shadow of the Vampire (Lions Gate Films, 2001). Jeff Edwards says:
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