Her Night Off
“It didn’t help that her position was innately voyeuristic. Night after night, she watched the mortals, envying the excitable urgency of their short lives over the stifling monotony her endless one had become.”
Read MoreDelanos and the Constellation
“He had favorites, of course he did. He strung them into constellations and told stories through them. He let them have a central part of his night sky, so the mortals would see them out, trace the tales, and know that he tried to caution them against too much glory in life.”
Read MoreAntic Disposition
“Days since Hamlet’s last hallucination: zero. This number has not changed for weeks. It’s everything you can do to keep him from taking a kitchen knife to someone’s throat, his own or his uncle’s or sometimes yours.”
Read MoreHera’s Hall of Shame
“That’s probably why our marriage has lasted into the age we’re in. I know him, I know what haunts him, what fears drive him—pathetic, never satiated, fiendish, floundering, incestuous Zeus.”
Read MoreOrpheus 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.”
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