Circe holds a press conference Her skirt flourished as she sat down, maroon lipstick close the microphone, smiling a conspiracy. “All men are swine,” she said, her tone a low train approaching a tunnel. Every time she repeated the phrase, her face grew brighter; her eyes danced as the cameras crashed to the ground and […]
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Kore Sometimes I can distract him with a game of dice, chances are he’ll win no matter what, he is the king of the dead after all – and he cheats well. But he loves a good game and I can slip away to see her, if only for a moment, from a distance. You
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Medusa’s day off I forget sometimes and scratch my scalp, come away with bite marks on the finger tips, at the bare bone of the knuckles — those little bastards are vicious these days, biting the hand that doesn’t feed it; the new diet is killing me and my therapist says I need to go
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Podarge The wind was once my husband and I bore him sons, horses that carried Achilles to Troy. I may look like this now: rusting, yellow-toothed, the smell of yesterday’s supper on my breath, a reputation for teasing the blind, deafening those who dared to ensnare me unfairly. Before Hesiod, I was the very standard
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Cassandra If she is gold then I am silver, if she is water drunk to quench an abiding thirst, then I am air expelled after a heated quarrel; if she launches ten-thousand ships then I spurn the sun-god and buy his wrath; no one believes anything I say, yet I see all; everyone is blinded
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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 mind these things, she won us over steadily, with the promise of the hunt,
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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 sister by mistake during
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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 climbed up the rusting ladder of the water tower for
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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 the gates of hell,
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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 the color of a night that wouldn’t end
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