Frail Phoenix
I’ve been chasing Golden Horses I have followed frail phoenixes, hoping for a glimpse of their face I watched them fall, awaited their triumphant rise, and wondered if suspended specks of ash are all...
Author: Isaac Golle
The Scales
Like Lewis’s dragon I showed you my scales I hung my head while my leathery wings drooped You were solemn and warm and silent “I see now my sins” I said, and I meant...
A Girl And A Ghost
Short Story “Are you a ghost?” she asked. I laughed. “Not exactly,” I said. “Do I look like a ghost?” “A little,” she said. “You’re shiny blue. Ghosts always look shiny blue.” I cocked...
Kronos Got Drunk – Part Four
Short Story “Seems horribly cliché,” I said. “What does?” asked Prometheus. He seemed offended. “The Greek God of time living in the most famous clock tower in the world — even I could’ve thought of...
An Easter Reflection
Hunt me, terrible abyssEat my flesh and drink my bloodThwart me, great PrometheusTear me limb from limb Chase me, AphroditeAccost me, Thor of RagnarokDeal with me not lightlyO deities, grim I have seen what...
How Proudly She Walks
Short Fiction “You don’t exist,” she said. Prometheus frowned. “Of course I exist! I stand before you, do I not?” “The idea of you stands before me.” The God of forethought rolled his eyes....
Kronos got Drunk – Part Twelve (Finale)
Serial Fiction I watched with mouth agape as the Olympians descended into Elysium. They were dressed in magnificent robes and armors, carrying shimmering spears and swords and shields. Hermes, Artemis, Athena, Apollo — all...
Kronos Got Drunk – Part Eleven
Serial Fiction Three hours passed before Jonathan Hughes emerged from the apartment. He stumbled down the few steps on the stoop, gripping the handrail like a newborn clings to its mother. A shadow greeted...
Kronos Got Drunk — Part Ten
Serial Fiction The titan lord of time looked at me with cold, hard eyes. “You,” he said. His voice shook the air like a thunder clap. “You are a fool. You sought power over wisdom. You...
Kronos Got Drunk — Part Nine
Serial Fiction They seemed to fuse into a giant ball of fur and feathers; clawing and biting and emitting deafening sounds from their maws. In the chaos, I saw the pocket watch rip from the...
Kronos Got Drunk – Part Eight
Serial Fiction We sat without speaking for a time. The restaurant was mostly empty. The only sounds were the clink-clink of cutlery on plates and straws being slurped. These were occasionally punctuated with loud, indeterminate sounds...
