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Vol. I
Issue 3
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Hades
By James Siegel
scowls. Persephone's carpeted her throne in purple
nightshade again, those yellow eyes mock
his rule, her girlish voice sings the songs
Orpheus sang during his long descent.
Hades waits, knows the long silence
that follows. Somewhere above his velvet chasm
a blizzard howls. He longs for that chaotic
rapture when he first saw her-imagines
the clash of opposites, the drop of pomegranate
juice like blood that corners her lips
and thinks - once more, one more bite!
She will never be anything but a summer
teen who throws Christmas parties, strings
popcorn, hangs mistletoe, tongues
the recently deceased to taste the salty moments
of their mortality and whirls across the black
granite dancing a tarantella, hair
a mess, eyes lacquered to the blur
of his beetled face as he watches the weight
of her blue hips, her feigned fall
against his nocturnal abyss. Her laugh
is lonelier than eternity's eventual end.
Copyright © James Siegel
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James Siegel hopes to finish his first manuscript, Wind Forged Sand, during the summer of 2007. His writings have recently appeared in or are forthcoming from The Oklahoma Review, the Lynx Theatre Company in NYC, The Paterson Literary Review, CAIRN, The New York Times, Off the Coast, and Wolf Moon Press. He holds an MFA from USM’s Stonecoast (2005) and a BFA from Brooklyn College (1992). He teaches high school English in Southern Maine and lives in Portland, with his wife and "retired" greyhound.
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