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Before the first strike of the chisel, she was stone. Ten sweat-grimed men worked quickly cutting into the ribs of a mountain that held...

“Why is this night different from all other nights?” – From the Passover Seder Here I lie, chad gadya on my hospital bed counting my...

I hated so much in my life and still became something beautiful when I died. Here, slotted in the rock, I flow out. I’ll erode what’s...

At a lancet looking out  on empty hills and dark forests, Carpathians  hulking against the horizon like titans,  he watches for other...

The river doesn't care if you're ready. Mid-life catches you like an undertow, drags you into waters too deep for standing. One day...

Last night beneath my blankets, I lay still. I dreamt the moon had fled from winter’s wind. Boreas slung his cape across the skies and...

My mind, memories, and soul came into being—like waking up, only somehow, I was already awake. My dim cabin aboard the Samsa was more...

Perhaps they too were lonely, Not among themselves so much As among their own kind. Loneliness was a hand reaching Through the darkness...

Nobody batted an eye while the man with the carrion-crow mask handed the little girl flowers of violet. Not even the young farmhand, who...

“Tell me a bedtime story, mother,” the child says. “What kind of story?” the mother asks. “One of your scary ones. One about the...

Tira plucked the sethel flower off the stem and sucked the starlight from it. It hinted at sweetness, teasing like the moon on this...

The traditions recycled and passed down on an earth that forever stood still. An essence diluted to the dusty remains of some forgotten...

The holy speech, that which is Divine Spirit, the embodied Logos, is immortal. All of nature in paragraph, as indeed the secret song of...

The two holy men traveled by day, each of them on their own mule, riding slowly through the grass, until they came to the cabin in the...

Part I: Their ship wasn't meant for oars, but they brought them above deck anyway. They tied the sails down, securing them with ropes to...

she boiled rocks, you know on the stove to get rid of the spirits. an image of an elderly helen of troy one that did not disappear with...

Ripples in the canals are the only warning you get. They’re also the last thing most people see. When feeding starts, you’d better hope...

Hanging Babylon, fig trees of dream—uncut oasis, liquor of sun. Perfect Babylon: a sceptre, ailing queen, a gospel of hoaxes preachers...

I pray to Dionysus— begging him to walk me through his vineyard Asking him to sew me to his thigh and make me twice-born too I fear he is...

Magnificent Niké alights upon a plinth of stones her huge wings of blue the wrapped mantle of fine linen around her legs hemmed in blue...