Feb 07
from Soliloquies: the lady doth indeed protest, by Chris Wind
Miranda
Why has she no mother? Why have I no mother? Nor Ophelia, Portia, Kate, Cordelia, Hermia, Indeed, none but Juliet? I’ll tell thee: ’Tis an obsession with the male. Consider Prospero, my good father, ‘The male as authority’— For ’tis to you, father, …
Dec 13
from UnMythed, by Chris Wind
Narcissus
she unwraps the traditional gifts: first, the brush-comb-and-mirror set, pale pink marbling with gilded edges— they lie heavy in her hand; then the jewelry box, gold and cream lined with velvet— it plays “Fascination”
the new thirteen-year-old hands them back to her mother and says “Narcissus was a …
