Category: Fiction
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Journey to “Poliphilos’s Party”
The Island Says No Prologue: The Leftovers Once. They. Were. Gods! Now they lived on an abandoned island, because everybody who is somebody migrated to America. Indeed, in the mid-19th century, as the great steamships churned across the Atlantic carrying empires, fortunes, and the promise of a new dawn and gold, the major deities migrated…
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Journey to “Skylark”
Doin’ the Pompeii Late last summer Poliphilos was passing by Pompeii when he heard a strange sound. The Italian heat sat upon the skin like in August like it has done for millennia, and pressed his emerald green Indian silk suit into the bones like a heavy, ancient weight. The air in this region smelled…
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Journey to “European Son”
The Letter and the Flight The letter arrived at his Scandinavian getaway on heavy, cream-colored parchment, sealed with wax that smelled of river mud and old pine. It bore no return address, only a single line in elegant, spidery script: The River is being drained. Come. The Maidens Poliphilos knew the handwriting. It belonged to…