Essays and Letters
ARACHNE
If everyone has a color, then my color is black. When I was born, I emerged out of the womb with spirals of ebony hair, surrounding a dark, angry face. My coal black eyes accused my mother of tricking me into birth…
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Brushstrokes
On the eve of the wedding, Milly brushed Alicia’s hair. One hundred strokes. She counted aloud, in a low voice, more a hiss than a whisper. Her daughter sat stone still, wrapped in an…
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The Book of John
I am a prophet on a mission. I awoke to that revelation after a night of prayer and meditation. Like the dude on the road to Damascus, I was struck down in my single…
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Keeper of the Vortex
Agatha tended the Vortex. It was her punishment for not obeying the Prefect of the Labyrinth, from where all life was sustained. There were rules to follow, laws older than time, although there was…