Wasteland Dreams – Excerpt, “Dues for the Repose, From Words Much Like Poetry”

Upon the Shoes of Swiftness, I jaunt down Inachus, perhaps in reverie, as Arachne weaves a stunted tapestry upon the wall and floor—gloomy, bitter, tragic spun— and I am Pallas Athene, a woman of infinite promise. Beleaguered by creation, I suffer the strain of consciousness, I haven’t the choice, like that woman turned spider thoughts […]

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