"What the Raccoon-Eyed People needed were horses, but the Spanish never traded horses. Would these French trade horses? And what was in that long wooden box?"
Read "The Raccoon-Eyed People", a new #histfic #shortstory about the #wichita people by Robert Temple
https://sites.google.com/view/sundial-magazine/curios/the-raccoon-eyed-people
"The careful watch for broken weft—
the fault betrays a wand’ring mind.
The windows frame a cagedness
out of which the thought may fly—"
Read "Offering to the Textile Mill Girls of Lowell, #Massachusetts, 1840", a new #histfic #poem by Kataryna Zharkovna
The careful watch for broken weft— the fault betrays a wand’ring mind. The windows frame a cagedness out of which the thought may fly— oh, narrowed girlhood! To tame the wooden beast must I! and rue the sameness of the act that with resurgence goes to die; there is no life or death but one— one
Call for Submissions
Sundial Magazine invites submissions for flash, poetry, and short stories (up to 9,000 words) for inclusion in an upcoming anthology and publication on our website.
We are seeking works set in or before 1936 that explore the social and political tensions leading up to WW2.
“'Bless me Father, for I have sinned.' Highly unoriginal, and redeemed through his baptism, although given his stench, I wondered if any part of his person had ever been in contact with water."
Read "Saints Preserve Us and We Them" by Amy Bitterman w/art by @seanbwparker5000.bsky.social
https://sites.google.com/view/sundial-magazine/short-stories/saints-preserve-us-and-we-them
"Lulled calm by the cool of the moon
dust settles into the cracks of your walls
cakes thick the corners of your eyes
while you sleep, sifts
keen into the hollows of your lungs."
Read "Plow and Prairie Dust", a new #poem about Dust Bowls by @mynachang.bsky.social
https://sites.google.com/view/sundial-magazine/poems/plow-and-prairie-dust
April 1935, Boise City, Oklahoma, after the Black Sunday dust storm. Lulled calm by the cool of the moon dust settles into the cracks of your walls cakes thick the corners of your eyes while you sleep, sifts keen into the hollows of your lungs. Each breath a rasp you rise before the sun lean
"... a beautiful four-legged creature whose powerful haunches and long tapering legs were formed for speed. Larger than an elk, it pawed the ground with hooves like and yet not like a deer’s and nickered at the man who had walked a few steps away."
Read "The God Dog", a new #histfic #shortstory by Robert Temple.
https://sites.google.com/view/sundial-magazine/curios/the-god-dog
https://sites.google.com/view/sundial-magazine/curios/the-god-dog
"He slips his hand around my waist and pulls me close. 'I learned a lot over there.' His voice is a warm caress on my ear. 'How life’s awful short.'"
Read "Life's Awful Short", a new #flash by @chrisdotydunn.com with original art by @seanbwparker5000.bsky.social
https://sites.google.com/view/sundial-magazine/flash/lifes-awful-short
"I hadn’t heard from the Boers in a while, but the Lords at the Kimberley Club weren’t worried. They said Kimberley was surrounded."
Read "Burning Crowns", a new #shortstory set in #southafrica by @mlstrijdom.bsky.social. With original #art by Scott Tierney.
https://sites.google.com/view/sundial-magazine/short-stories/burning-crowns
This Christmas, read "The Visit", a short story by Alexandra Magearu set in Romania, 1989. "Visitors need to be welcomed respectfully to alleviate the heaviness of winter, the soul-crushing cold, & the prospect of a holiday stripped of the most basic delights."
https://sites.google.com/view/sundial-magazine/short-stories/the-visit
