Imps By Albert Goldbarth

Imps By Albert Goldbarth Fire isn’t allowed, for the sake of the books. The lean monk-copyist who scribes the books is slate-blue at his fingertips this steely late-November day in the year 1000. Brother Ambrosio huffs some perfunctory warmth on his stiffening hands, then bends again to his goat’s-horn of ink. For every line, he […]

The Imp By Richard Hunter

The Imp By Richard Hunter You may call him an imp, Or a gnome or a sprite; And whate’er you call him You are sure to be right. He is here, he is there, He will never stay long; If you think he is caught, You are sure to be wrong. Copyright © by the […]

The Discovery By Paul Laurence Dunbar

The Discovery By Paul Laurence Dunbar These are the days of elfs and fays: Who says that with the dreams of myth, These imps and elves disport themselves? Ah no, along the paths of song Do all the tiny folk belong. Round all our homes, Kobolds and gnomes do daily cling, Then nightly fling their […]

Mischievous Little Imps By Shipra Agarwal

Mischievous Little Imps By Shipra Agarwal Mornings come to me with your thoughts in tow, Vague, fleeting, half-formed thoughts you know! I often wonder if they are a continuation of a dream, Like a song interrupted by a far placed scream. Just like a song heard in the morning stays with one all day So […]

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The Imp Within By Anonymous

The Imp Within By Anonymous ROUSE now, my dullard, and thy wits awake; ‘Tis first of the morning. And I bid thee make— No, not a vow; we have munched our fill of these From crock of bone-dry crusts and mouse-gnawn cheese— Nay, just one whisper in that long, long ear— Awake; rejoice. Another Day […]

An Imp By Cilla McQueen

An Imp By Cilla McQueen Not the tin shed in the empty section nor the immediate white cat with the patch on its side like a hole, but the imp in my eye his eye spat. Imagination closed on it quick as a fist, a black spar. It queers my inner sight. It cannot be […]

Imp By Gregory Leadbetter

Imp By Gregory Leadbetter On the bad days, I shooed her mews away out of nothing but an absence of joy. I never installed a back-door flap for her, so she would patter all night to get in at the window while I lay wide-eyed and sleepless, pretending not to hear. I know it was […]

The Lincoln Imp’s Birthday By Kirsten Irving

The Lincoln Imp’s Birthday By Kirsten Irving In November the cathedral angel says, “Fine. A day then,” and transforms me to clamber stiffly from my arch. Ahhh! Wagging my dragon-ears, as the last grains of limestone gloop to muscle, I slide to the flagstones, head for the bus. The seals haul ashore at Donna Nook, […]

Imps Of The Marginalia By Anonymous

Imps Of The Marginalia By Anonymous They appeared in Sumeria when learned men first began to press letters into tablets of clay. Something about the system of writing let the incantations start talking back, setting messages bolt upright along the margins of the grimoires. For the most part the changes remained subtle, and few except […]

Imp By Lucy Newlyn

Imp By Lucy Newlyn An imp is meddling with my brain, getting inside the Cornish rain, rattling the door with might and main, driving me mad all over again. It’s with me when the light creeps in. It hides inside the laundry bin and peeks at me with a wicked grin. Whatever I do the […]