Click here for previous works in the Photographs series. “What did you see before the wax melted and you fell back to earth?” I ask him. It’s just the two of us here right now. “Before your wings began to tear apart, did you touch the sun?” I hope he thought of his mother as ...

“Excuse me, Sir?” He turned to the voice and promptly lost his ability to speak. There was a waitress in front of him, and for the first time in this life, he could see her. He could see her! There, right in front of him, was a girl, not much younger than his now body, ...

||Part One|| The night air ruffled his hair as Hestia escorted him back to his apartment. Drawing on memories far older than his current self, he imagined the piles of snow and slush that slopped beneath his shoes. The scent of the ice and chill wetness was enough to give him an image of the ...

Hades didn’t often leave his home, but he’d never turn down the opportunity to make his brothers and sisters uncomfortable. Demeter’s party was an ideal place to do that.  It was a lovely house she’d built. French doors, pure white scaffolding, elegant pathways of flat stone that lead to large rooms painted in pale greens ...