Orpheus at a Funeral
“Authorities of mortal bureaucracy have limited her to an un-aged face, buried in smoking thorns. Bitter laughter of the Gods as he cursed his longing, necrophilic fate. Unto Hades, he fell, in art & body.”
Read MoreOne for the Road
“‘The dark times will be here when we no longer know why we should be ashamed or even that we should be,’ she said, throwing the glass back to catch the last drops. ‘It will be when we no longer even talk about climate change or war or any of that. Any knowledge we have evaporates.”
Read MoreThe Strings That Bind Us
“His Icarus reminded him of the story of love, Ariadne’s favorite—one soul living in two bodies destined to walk the earth until they found each other again. He felt it, then, as their fragment of daylight was put to bed and the blanket of night dropped them into darkness.”
Read MoreDawn's Man
“The most accurate emoji to describe Eos is fire. She’s brilliant. She’s bright. She’ll warm your heart. But she’ll burn you up within minutes and act like it’s not her fault.”
Read MoreTo Fill Home's Thirsty Cracks
“It hadn’t always been like this. Once, the sun had been kind. Once, even a human could fly on a summer day on makeshift wax wings. But no human and no makeshift wings had evolved enough to brave this cruel new sun and give him offerings.”
Read MoreParasite/Psyche
“Loving you was always a little like gazing directly into the sun. It seemed like a good idea on instinct, all that scintillate and shine. But you’ll burn right through your sensitive slivers of retina, and soon won’t be able to see at all.”
Read MoreMy Formaldehyde Darling; or, A Redress for the Female Creature
“‘This thing that motivates you to such lengths,’ he says, and swallows- ‘Can it truly be called love?’ I soften. ‘Henry,’ I say, ‘It can only be called love.’”
Read MoreMonsters in a Maze
“Some nights Icarus wondered if Daedalus mourned him. He’d certainly screamed loud enough when he’d fallen into the sea, to anyone else they might have sounded like the screams of a father losing his only son.”
Read MorePoison Cup
“When Hamlet said to him, ‘I am too much i’ the sun,’ I thought to myself my child is burning. Some days he smolders, and some days he blazes, but his grief does not loosen its grip on his neck.”
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