by Angie Powers | Nov 5, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
Artemis Frankly, her twin brother was usually everyone’s favorite; bright-eyed, worshipped, well, sunny, in a matter of speaking; she was more aloof, constant in her inconsistencies, some evenings a crescent and others, a faint silhouette. She was usually not one to...
by Angie Powers | Nov 4, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
Penthesilea She was the kind of girl who dreamt of paradise long before she even knew the word for it. At twelve, she severed the budding rose on the left, to make way for the bow and archer’s arrow. At sixteen, she learned the meaning of loss as she murdered her...
by Angie Powers | Nov 3, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
Galatea “Sleep is a form of absence.” – Terrance Hayes When her cheeks finally bloomed, she yearned to know what the murmuring was about, which malcontented people had assembled in the square, how silver tarnished in the cupboard, why the sister in her dreams always...
by Angie Powers | Nov 2, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1, Uncategorized
Eve Four feet from Adam, never closer but never farther away, in the weak winter sun she is a silhouette shadowed by a row of giant cypress, she holds her composure, marbled and black as the abyss between what we know and what we hope to learn, her eyes averted from...
by Angie Powers | Nov 1, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
first snowbird The air grew brisk and flecks of snow and hail dropped down on us, the gold receded from the harvested wheat as well as the horizon, trees swooned to cover their sudden nakedness, clouds tumbled over themselves in haste — the skies streamed out to...
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