by Angie Powers | Nov 20, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
Electra coins a phrase At first she thought she should be in the children’s picture dictionary under “daddy’s girl” but couldn’t make it fit without a lengthy history of her family troubles; and she was tired of the cable channels rehashing the war twenty-four hours a...
by Angie Powers | Nov 19, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
Mirror, mirror The broad was getting older by the proverbial minute; as much as the story is about her vanity and how she couldn’t handle any competition and whatnot, what about the friggin’ king? It was his daughter living in so-called sin with seven guys —...
by Angie Powers | Nov 18, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
Woman as night The changes were subtle, twilight to dusk to midnight, hour by hour, light gradually fading until darkness was so vivid she could not even see the hands in front of her – suddenly immense, she was everywhere at once, seeing all and being seen but...
by Angie Powers | Nov 17, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
S. What if she’d never learned to read the signs from birds, or the letters sent back and forth between the stars; what if she’d never really seen the shadows behind the stories or listened to the wind as it carpeted the desert – and watched it twirl its way to...
by Angie Powers | Nov 16, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
“Self-Portrait with cropped hair” She wished she could distract him from the others, their perfumes permeating the air, infecting everything she touched or ate or drank; she wished she could wash away their dirt from her own skin; she knew he admired her fierce eyes,...
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