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Modern Gods

I want to see Greek gods in the modern era.

I want to see Zeus in a tailored suit and shaggy beard, a walking disparity of the loud, post-graduate frat boy variety who has more one-night stands than he could possibly keep in his head, for whom adultery comes as naturally as the weather he predicts on the News—with startlingly accuracy, and an endless wealth of charisma.

I want to see Hera…

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Persephone

Rosy lips matching the flower in her raven hair. Skin the colour of rich earth – how fitting for the goddess of spring. Everyone likes to say that she was kidnapped, forced in to a marriage and raped.

‘Little, naive thing’, they would call her. ‘With beauty blessed by the earth, her mother should have kept a closer eye on her: they would say. Fools – all of them.

She was a goddess, with gold in…

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Persephone/Hades

She catches his stare, as if he was looking at a mirage conjured up by some trick of the light. The riverbed continues its flow around her, undisturbed, but she remains stilled, statuesque. A hand extends out, where a lotus remains blooming in her arm, glittering in a light that appears unnatural, yet it is a welcoming glow that now draws his eye. If there is a song she weaves, it is not spilling forth from her lips, but woven into the very light motes that brush his ear. Faint tones he picks up of dulcet words, beckoning him to draw near. And so he does, until his shoes are now feeling the weight of the water, and his soles sink into the mud. Water climbs up his slacks, and burdens him with each step made, hindering him.

The shadows circle their master, lock him in an embrace, urging him to remain, but he ignores the world around him, and seeks the warmth she emits.

This is their courting, one made of heavy silence, for words are unnecessary when the spirit speaks volumes. Theirs is a beautiful courting, where flowers are made to bloom even in the darkest corners of this wild garden.

Her smile is painted in a come-hither that lures him, but she now begins to walk to him; the gossamer raiment trails behind her languid approach. She is a mosaic of flowers, for a myriad of blooms crown her hair woven with baby's breath, and her dress is accented with jasmine, which he found intoxicatingly pleasant.

And he, he is a shadow that draws breath, ink formed into the shape of a man. Long has he haunted her gardens, casting his darkness as far as it could reach. Her flowers suffered in his wake, and the winds whispered of the one who ruled a land devoid of this beauty, a land that did not see the light of life. This king comes in silence, believing himself hidden, but she saw him, she felt him.

And she wanted him. For long he haunted her, but longer had she desired, and waited like a huntress, for her prized prey to make himself exposed.

It was displayed in the way her hips spoke to him, the way her eyes removed the black coat he wore, unbuckled his pants, and made him bare within seconds of him appearing in her peripheral view. His breath was lodged in his throat at the sight of her breasts rising, then falling in a shattering breath.

Now, she was to see a God on his knees.

When he finally is before her, he towers her equally tall frame, and examines her, takes in her scent, and immediately knows that she will unravel him. Her breath is honey, and the nectar, buried in the flowers of her hair, are out-matched. He is pale, as if touched by moonlight only, but his eyes are a blue that remind her of the skies of spring, clear and beautiful, and thus she finds herself lost. For some time they spoke naught, and the day turned to evening.

When she makes a motion to move again, the lotus flower is lifted to his lips, and she reaches for his jawline with the opposite hand, guiding him closer. ‘Eat it, and be mine’ : she whispers the command and he closes his eyes, taking between his teeth, one petal of the lotus, and consumes it whole. To his knees he descends, with hands that shake and come upon her waist, then hips, as he brushes his lips upon her abdomen. He is entangled in her spell, and spoke her name against her skin. From her he drank ambrosia, and she gave him what he sought for in her garden.

She knew then, the claiming of a God.

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Gods Are Us

The old gods are dead.

Zeus sits at the bar, he’ll buy a thousand and one drinks and the girls who he smiles at will raise their eyebrows and think of the pepper spray tucked into their sleeves.

Hera waits at home. She knows the numbers of all the girls and she has their facebooks’ open on the computer. Her hands hover over the keyboard, she wants to tell them that men will always lie. She wants…

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You

This life is a search, slow and spread out across minutes and days, years and decades until time feels thin. We, balancing on the edge of our hours, go in search of a safe place, some harbour to rest our sails, steady seas to find our legs again. I have been seasick all my life, waves rising and flooding, I forgot the horizon I was taught to focus on, and then, her.

She is the storm-less centre…

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Unrequited

December 31st, 2015

I saw you for the first time. You were talking to a girl and I could tell that you were capturing her with every syllable that left your mouth. And I knew why, you were beautiful and bright, and I was drawn to you even then, like the planets are drawn to the Sun.

We met standing in line for bathroom, you introduced yourself, and asked for my name, smiling, when I gave it. Love…

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Chaos

1989

There’s a line outside the door. I’m in the dressing room. It’s shoddy, but as of now, I really don’t know any better. Tyler is sitting on the couch. His eyes are closed as his fingers on the sax work their way through the set list. I call the band into a huddle. There’s a distinct sound of bending leather as the boys put their arms around each other. We’re home tonight.

We head out on…

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It's You

It’s You

I understand now…how love and feelings are a choice, when someone brings out the worst sides of themselves and I must go to bed and wake up everyday still choosing them. But sometimes it’s not a choice at the same time. Sometimes it’s unexpected. Sometimes it’s a random conversation with a special someone that turns into an all night phone call when I have to be up early the next day, and the…

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Her eyes were the colour of whisky and grace. Moments with her always felt like getting drunk on Sundays.

Newton’s First Law : An object in motion stays in motion unless acted on by an outside force. I fell for you, inertia acted against me, as I had no momentum, it was a slow descent into an ocean of uncertainty. I did not know why I dove in if I was so terrified of water, but as I went deeper…

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Cigarettes

First

The moon disappeared in the clouds, and so did I in the smoke.

The moment I heard your voice I knew you were something special. It felt like, I longed for a long time to hear this voice, hear you. It was that kind of a melody that I could hear for the rest of my life. You made me smile without trying and laugh without joking. You’re exactly what I’ve always wanted.

Second

I think the night…

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Together

She took out a paper, and began.

I remember that day, it’s been like, what, some 50 years now, but I remember each second of that day clearly. Just crystal clear. I woke up to a different morning that day, it’s just that..it wasn’t normal. Something was different. It was only 9 in the morning, but I can actually say that it didn’t feel like a normal morning of New York City. I glanced over the…

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No Strings On Me

He woke in the night, besieged by the shadows. Him and these nights share the dread since ages. This night was no exception. The shadows generally turned up a few hours after darkness fell, and stayed by his side, with silent, white faces, until dawn. He had grown used to their presence over the years, but he knew he couldn’t trust them. One of these days they would be bound to break loose. He…

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Often

It was a clear, moonlit night, casting a silvery light over all. Once the fan was running, the air was still warm but moving at least. He peeled off his shirt, dropping it on the floor. She slipped her arms around his body and, standing on her toes, pressed her lips to his. Slowly, his mouth opened and their tongues slipped past one another. He moaned slightly as he cupped her head in his hands.

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Shameless

From the bed, she could see out the window into the city. The sun was setting, casting a warm yellow hue across the city outside.

She closed her large, dark eyes and smiled. Her silky black hair pooled around her, cascading over the edge of the bed. She could lay here forever, she thought.

Her eyes still closed, she could hear her boyfriend turn off the shower in the bathroom. That shameless smil…

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In The Night

The little lift whirred its way slowly up to the top floor and when I stepped out into a dark corridor that was lit by a single, uncovered bulb, I couldn’t believe I was still in the same place.

When midnight struck on the hall clock, I decided to sleep in the open than hang around in that corridor a moment longer. I walked across to the lift, pressed the button and waited. When the doors finally…

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4AM

Buried deep into your arms, my night began. I was there almost and yet I felt afar. I wanted to hug you tight, for I knew the moment would soon pass away and I’d have to face the world again, without you.

I could literally smell your perfume from up close. My chin lay on your collar bones as your hair playfully snuggled up to my face. Our moment had begun. The cacophony of the world had drowned…

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