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Das Schloss
A little white spider slowly descended on its thin line from the ceiling, suspended above the toy castle with a moat and a large, busy city spread out around it in the shape of a unicursal hedge maze....
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Uncanny Valley
The purple-eyed Priestess of thread-weaving Ariadne, her skirt swirling around her like a folding and unfolding flower as she danced, chest bare with red spirals painted on in a mix of ocher,...
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Archaic mother
Rheia watched the little ghost child stagger out of the swamp, hungry, scared, deranged, and haunted by the sins of his ancestors and the horrible things he’d suffered, many of which he blocked from...
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La Caverne maudite
One day Arlecchino got fed up with being a lowly, disrespected servant, and he wanted to do something fancy to catch the emerald eye of his dove-cheeked innamorata before that buffoon Pedrolino got his...
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I’m only shadows in a dress
From the House of Haides marched a strange underground girl wearing a pretty crocus colored skirt, combat boots with skulls painted on, and her hair in twin pigtails; one half of her was black and one...
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A boy’s best friend is his mother
Want to know a secret? Lean in real close. Closer. Closer. We don’t want them to hear, now do we? Ah, too close! Too close! Okay, right there’s good. That underground rave Melinoë threw? The one she...
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Le Rire de la Méduse
Justin pushed the hair out of his face that had come loose from his man-bun as a result of the vigorous headshaking and chanting of Greek he was presently engaged in. He had a crown of flowers that...
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I am your eggman, and there ain’t a better one in town!
With white gypsum covering his face, beard, and dreadlocks Clayton looked like a ghost, a ghoul or a Gorgon, especially when he scowled, snorted, and stuck out his wine-red tongue, as he had numerous...
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Allophile
Brian was currently between jobs and couch-surfing, with ever-dwindling prospects, but when his dealer buddy offered the use of his futon again, he nervously brushed the kind gesture aside and abruptly...
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Acéphale
On Día de Muertos Rosalía came home after the candle-light procession and the block party and she made offerings of fruit, cake, honey, milk and wine at her ancestor shrine, as well as some marigolds,...
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Meat For The Beast
The Green River thiasos had come together to hold a Samhain dumb supper for the Dionysian Dead and afterwards, an Orphic Egg Hunt in Bakcheiadoros’ backyard. Not only did each one have a special...
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The Fear of Depths
After leaving cups of wine with Dionysian epithets inscribed in red ink throughout the city for the dead (a custom that had somehow migrated from Anthesteria to All Souls in Thyrsokleia’s ever-evolving...
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How will it end?!?
There’s only seven more poems left (unless my inspiring Spirits decide to tease out certain other threads.) I did not meet the arbitrary deadline I set for myself (April 29 – May 7th) because I lost a...
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What is Sannion going to do after it ends?!?
Like Archilochos, I fear I was a little premature. (If you understood that pun, you’re one of the cool people. You’re also one of the cool people if you frantically Google it and then pretend you knew...
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In the dead of night I’m gonna loose this chain
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before. A Hermetic Coyote, a misanthropic Forest Creature, and a Sacred King who is in the process of becoming a Holy Fool fare forth from the burial mound one...
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And the villagers never liked you
Oh man, wow. Woah. Wodę. This is some trip. I’m not here, I’m … there. In this really weird place. Wyrd. Weird. Wyrd. Weird wyrd. I … I don’t know where or when, or what those concepts even mean...
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Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.
You know what I hate the most about this shit? What keeps the coal in my chest glowing? The feeling of those chains against my skin. You know what my chains are made of, right? Wolf gut. One day that...
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Wrap your roots all around my bones
They don’t tell you this story in the history books, but I heard it from a little spider who was hanging out in the windowsill when it happened. She said that one day, a rare day, when his eyes were a...
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For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
“They don’t need to know what happened next. I got better. The end. Nothing to see here, let’s move along you fucking voyeurs.” “If you insist.” There was barbed laughter as he said it, and also tender...
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