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“We are so fucked.”
The digital clock on his cable box told him that it was 3:10 AM but James did not believe it. He’d been lied to by machines too often in the past to fall for something like that again. “Hmm,” he...
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Every one of us
Katy Anne sat alone in her room while outside her door her parents fought again, playing with her broken, patchwork toys and the dollhouse made of popsicle sticks she’d dug out of the neighbor’s trash...
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Unless we wake
The oak tree outside James’ window cast eerie shapes on his bed, and its branches made a scratching sound, trying to get in. At times like this he’d imagine he was someone different, someone brave, in...
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Stand up
The first time Jimmy went to jail, he was caught shoplifting a pair of ruby red fuck-me-pumps. When he got out, his father beat him so bad he couldn’t go to school for a week. Surprisingly it was more...
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Fight and fight hard
Yael, a Yazidi girl of fourteen, held Mohammed down by the throat, and looked down into his wide, terrified eyes. She grinned like the Peacock Prince, or like his panther steed, for that longed-for...
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For the restoration
When the monster from the sea, the terrible Triton with gnashing teeth, rushed onto the beach disrupting the God’s holy rites and sending Bacchic women aflight, one among them stood her ground, Korone...
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Of our ancestral ways
O visitor to gold-rich Mycenae of the really great walls, know that here in this soil lies the Haliai brave women who fought beside their Lord Dionysos in his war against our triumphant king Perseus....
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And traditions
“Forget it,” Astachyon the Boeotian said, spitting on the barren Bactrian soil. “We’re never getting out of here, not as long as that gloryhound is leading us on. What will the poor bugger do once he’s...
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Your Journey Begins At The End Of The World
The old man sat at the table with all the dignitaries, dandies and temple administrators, but he did not eat with them. He was in the midst of a week-long fast to cleanse his body so he might better...
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We are the dreams of our Ancestors manifest in reality
Vast crimson globes crashed to Earth and white foam splashed upon Ocean’s surface as Titanic Heaven trembled and screamed, pain and loss driving him stark raving mad. From the blood came Mountain...
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Set the night on fire
Sterope, eyes burning like torches, ululated as she rode her leopard mount through the line of Deriades’ cavalry. The beast’s claws tore through their linen breastplates, carving red streaks down their...
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Singing
“Come out and plaaaay,” shrieked the mime with the battered top hat and red waistcoat with shiny, shiny white buttons. He swung his baseball bat and a car window shattered leaving a web of broken glass...
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Esoteric chants
Violent images fill the head in the well, and there is worse coming, but he cannot bear to see in full. The head opens its eyes releasing the soul of yellow-haired Alexikakos the Orpheotelest. On the...
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Reimagining
Suffering Atlas, the burden of starry heaven did support upon his broad neck and broader shoulders, feet planted in earth of Libya of the many sheep. Pray stranger, he said when Zeus’ son stepped...
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Symbols of Elder Ages
Falling from his swiftly galloping horse he managed to avoid serious injuries, save to his eyes and an invisible goad in his side, like a thorn, a spike or the heaving stinger of a black and red...
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Fun with word magic
In case you did not see it, the poems after Singing are part of a sorcerous spell I’m stitching into Pandæmonium and Silence through acrostics. In Esoteric chants the acrostic is on the left side and...
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Chasing
“Pardon the mess, your eminence,” Rashīd ad-Dīn Sānnin said between coughs of fragrant smoke from his hooka. “My humble tent does not normally receive such illustrious guests.” There was a cot, seven...
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What is Sannion listening to?
Harley Poe – Satan, Sex and No Regrets and Bohren & der Club of Gore – Dolores and Gabor Szabo – Bacchanal 1968 That makes for a pretty chill threesome. Enjoy.
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WARNING!!!
We are interrupting the current narrative arch to fill in some earlier gaps. I just realized that with a little tweaking I can turn the titles into an invisible poem which can be read (with some...
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