Imagine if the Evil Queen only ever saw Snow White in her mirror: a porcelain face, blood-red lips, ebony black hair created by photons streaming through glass, hitting the silver coating, then reflecting toward the queen’s gaze. Would you be able to trust such a mirror: one that conjured an…

Hidden amongst curtains of trees, the young maiden Asteriope wept by a pond. Her tears fell onto the water’s surface, rousing the nymph Daeira from her slumber. She emerged from its depths to find the maiden. “Girl, why are you crying?” the nymph inquired. “My betrothed has left me for…

We hid our fathers’ flasks under the folds of our pea coats. Wandering fixtures among the smoky mist of quagmire fog. The cypress and it’s long swaying branches seemed more alive and it wasn’t just our inebriated psyches that made these visions so. It was the movements, the dancing between…

The steps of Midnight fell on the street softly like seconds rushing by. It was an otherwise silent night and the houses of the sleepy town turned their eyes discreetly, while the stars hid their face in the dark drape of clouds. The girl pulled her sorrow-red cape tighter and…

IVMy wire-threaded claws are attached to the door, but i choose. i choose to pop out four times at four o’clock.  Out-in, out-in, out-in, out-in.  i choose to open my red-painted beak when the two bellows blow the paper whistles.  Cu, says one. Coo, says the other.  But actually that’s me.…

A man in one of those hideously ugly ‘retro’ shiny jumpsuit outfits was ahead of me in line. “There’s just no more time,” he said, as though the clerk at the desk was going to magically be able to produce an extra century from his back pocket. “I’m sorry, sir,…

Professor Gladstone’s age? Cindy had guessed fifties with his steel hair and bushy eyebrows, but at close range, surveying a face of furrows, upped the estimate to mid-sixties. He sat behind a beige metal desk with faux oak top and beckoned with his left hand. Cindy, briefcase clasped to her…

There once was a boy in a tree in a forest.  This was his home, in that forest, in that tree.  It was a young forest, not overgrown or forbidding, a place of verdant life and cool earth, a painting all browns and greens.   The boy would walk for days under the…