Adaptation – What's Your Real

How Many Snouts

an adaptation of Hecuba & Hecate If I had been weaving when the ghost came for my daughter, I might have tangled him in my threads and pushed him up into my tapestry of Troy as it was before the fires ruined it and stank up my wool. Wouldn’t that vex him. Me, too, a…
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Wakers

edited from “The Prophet Before” (Jan 2021) LUCIFER God was alone in His knowledge. He carved the spheres of the universe and deserved something all Himself. While he birthed all manner of creatures, his true child was Conscience. He hid the child within the fruits of paradise and adored their fatal sparkle. The heavenly host…
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The Dog Queen

an adaptation of Hecuba & Hecate The dog made a racket in the brush. She was not used to hunting. It annoyed the other predators, who found her stomping about their hunting grounds a sure sign of her alien origins. She did not walk as one used to four legs. Her strides were a conscious…
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Io

The fly chased her to the delta. The moon, that rhyme, was sung many years later by children who didn’t know her. If she knew them she might lesson them on the offense it gives, conflation of cows. But bovine awareness had no grounds for invention at this point, and if justice blinked from her…
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The Bent Ones

* * * I won’t win your understanding. I don’t care to. Mark my horrors and tell your children of them. See if they mind you better. See if they run. The servant pours. Wine with orange peel fragrances the banquet hall. No one smells poison except the dogs, who whine at their master’s feet.…
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Ismene

I never dreamed to wear the myrtle crown. She did, and ran circles under the storm clouds. Smite me, she sang, while I helped Mother weave. We were making the siege of Thebes. It looked pretty in thread, gold and red. Antigone’s was a paler fire, by sovereign will and her heart of flint. It…
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The Next Tick

Part II of The White Roe The curve of her cheek split between panes. She stared past her broken face to the nightworld beyond and its seizure of skeleton trees. They wanted solidity against the black sky and its skirling windhounds who chased anything mad enough to grow beyond the castle and its harbor of…
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The Prophet Before

Was it rebellion, if allowed? Defiance, if ordained? Sin, if redeemed? God was alone in His knowledge. He carved the spheres of the universe and deserved something all Himself. While he birthed all manner of creatures, his true child was Conscience. He hid the child in the fruit of paradise and adored their fatal…
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The White Roe

Alone we conjure companye To stay with us the waning hour; Is not God highest figment of Man’s first solitude? The hunter inspected the parting of the grass. The wind blew through it a song of betrayal that turned his head toward the juniper thicket and would end in a wail and a thump. Sup…
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