Alien Mirrors
byby Irina Vladi & Steve Finbow The mirror as a prop in portraiture is a common one – Jan Van Eyck’s Arnolfini Portrait (1434),…
by Irina Vladi & Steve Finbow The mirror as a prop in portraiture is a common one – Jan Van Eyck’s Arnolfini Portrait (1434),…
Part Three of the serialized novella Ebbed Tide by Byzantia Harlowfeatured image: aerial photograph of the Bermuda Islands PART ONE The Isles of Bermoothes, lie scattered like…
by Hagar Harpak Summer is summering. Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it’s a playful tug on a soul string. Maybe it’s a desire to…
Part Two of the serialized novella Ebbed Tide by Byzantia Harlowfeatured image: Mudlarking along the River Thames PART ONE Dawn glistens off thickening mud, as the silver…
Lust is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables, an evening star, the fairest of all the stars and they were shackled by it.
“If you forget me, think of our gifts to Aphrodite and all the loveliness that we shared, all the violent tiaras, braided rosebuds, dill and crocus twined around your young neck, myrrh poured on your head and on soft skin and hard thighs, girls with all that they most wished for beside them and touching them and in them while no voices chanted choruses without their own, no woodlot bloomed in spring without song’
‘When men say they’re scared of women they say its because women might laugh at them. When women say they’re afraid of men they say it’s because men might kill them,’ she snarled, her beautiful sexy eyes wide and shiny with vengeance, her mind as ever detailing essential data.
This is the first part of the serialised novella Ebbed Tide by Byzantia Harlowfeatured image of the bioluminescent sea He has let free the…
“They’ll have Sip n’ Twirl come Hell or highwater,” declared Geoffrey.
“And they’ll be charging full price, too. $42 for three martinis during a hurricane in October!”