circe

She sits like a queen on her wooden stool Cool and confident mistress of her land She weaves and sings   Kingdoms have palaces Empty signifiers of power like shiny gems and pretty trinkets. The lion at her elbow and the whispers of the spirits Have a different meaning.   Her dominion is green and […]

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ariadne

She can barely contain her excitement.   When the young hero came to Crete She knew this was her opportunity To escape And so she slipped him the string.   [ Worth the sacrifice of her poor half-brother Who admittedly was still bloody and begrimed With the blood of strong and beautiful Athenian girls and […]

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antigone

Lying awake on a stone cold slab She contemplates the choices that led her to this place. No, there were no choices Only an illuminated path before her Each step rooted down in ancient laws dictated by those with far more power Than a heretical politician claiming to be captain of the ship of state […]

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Children of the Moon

Children of the moon Shine their eyes down at us   They wait til the clouds part, just like we look at a snow globe. They wonder why some areas are so dark while others are decorated with tiny pinpricks of light, some are rough and knobbly, others flat and slick. it must be a […]

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