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If Magic Dies

Angel Edwards·December 7, 2023

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If Magic Dies

written by: Angel Edwards

@vancouverAngel

Magic something
no more
No one believed
Narnia or Wonderland ignored
gone to seed

Google who is
the new master magician
Fantasy is forsaken
out of commission
dreams can’t dare awaken

folklore is threadbare
the sun never sets
bright lights all day everywhere
moonlight and stars forgets

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Angel Edwards

Angel Edwards is a singer, songwriter, guitarist, published writer of three books of poetry. She has performed around Vancouver and Canada for the past 40 years as a singer songwriter solo guitar and voice. Her original music is folk pop rock with an undercurrent of blues and country. Long time member of BMI, SOCAN , AFM League of Canadian Poets. Her song "Save The Planet" was included on the benefit CD "Rock For America" track 10 Online Records NY NY 2001.

Jim Bartlett

After a long career tinkering in telecommunications, Jim Bartlett switched to tinkering with writing fiction, both requiring a stretch of the imagination. In the course of putting his fingers to the keyboard, he's been fortunate to have quite a number of his stories featured both in print and online in several wonderful publications, including a story selected for "The Best of Fiction on the Web, 1996 – 2017" anthology. While mentally he strolls along a warm California beach with his wife and golden retriever (shhh, she doesn't know she's a dog), physically they reside on a special little island in the Pacific Northwest.

Reaper by Sharon Frame Gay

As an orphaned son of an orphan, I always see the glass as half empty. I picture the water murky and lukewarm, a waterline etched below the rim. Maybe with an ash or two floating at the bottom, because that’s what I do for a living. I deal with ashes. The remains of the deceased. No matter how those who pass away see their glass, meager or full, they eventually end up in a satchel carried on my shoulder.
My business card reads “Morton Stark Transport.” I’m called upon to disperse the ashes of the dearly departed and honor their final wishes. People hire me to escort the remains throughout the world ...

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