by Angie Powers | Nov 15, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
Gretel Truth is they weren’t twins, she was older by years and he was sickly; she overheard their weak-minded woodcutter father, and that nasty shrew he married; she collected pebbles that first night and lead her brother home; she saved her own bread the next time to...
by Angie Powers | Nov 14, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
Helen of 110th and Amsterdam No ships came for her yet she stared at the crowds as if facing the sea, expecting no one and nothing to look at her as they hurried by, heads bobbing at the crosswalk; day after night she knelt on concrete, holding a cardboard placard...
by Angie Powers | Nov 14, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
The white queen Caroling through the mall, we come across the costume store and see through the glass darkly that it is lost in a children’s book, all rabbits in waistcoats and watch fobs. We find the chess board, life-sized and in cool marble; hear her looking for...
by Angie Powers | Nov 14, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
Queen E, i Virginity was a big asset – no man was worth the crown or a coup or one’s own neck; after all, Boleyn ran in her blood; immortality was dependent on no direct heirs, a regal look, a lifetime of supporting those sonnet-writing bards. i saw a portrait of...
by Angie Powers | Nov 11, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
Penelope (as a sitcom) She winks at her son, tells her suitors she’s out of supplies for Laertes’ shroud and hitches a ride to Yarn Barn. She buys enough thread to weave shrouds for a family of four, claims she’ll choose a groom when she’s finished her obligation to...
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