Those little voices in your head are the quicksilver imp seated on your left shoulder who whispers naughty thoughts at the speed of light and the righteous mouse on the opposite side who digs his claws into your shoulder with exquisite disapproval.
In the moment you’re faced with a pivotal choice, these two disparates embrace and dissolve into the crannies of your cerebellum. You can move forward into the singularity of silence.
Part of herself on the periphery is a wolf-woman who awakens at 3 am, fierce and sweating from dreams of rending apart the poisoned flesh of her enemies. She follows the retreating…
I. I imagine you showed up for your initiation hung over and slightly resentful as the morning light gilds the edges of your haphazard beard and creeps into the small corners of…
There are various ways to obtain the most treasured of substances. Stand outside for seven nights under the auspices of Saturn and Mercury. Count in breaths of seven on the way to…
from Hector Astyanax MN Jatta, red Apulian red- figure column-crater, ca. 370–360 BC. From Ruvo. Stored in the Museo Nazionale of the Palazzo Jatta in Ruvo di Puglia (Bari). Dear Dad, I…