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Could it be that she had been the High Priestess of Isis, the `White Goddess' of Robert Graves in a previous life?

Graves wrote that the goddess committed suicide in domesticity -the goddess all poets revere and all men succumb to.

She who loved only to destroy and destroyed only to quicken.

Antara was never going to abandon her goddesshood. She was never going to yield to domesticity.

She toyed with the idea of jilting her possessive boyfriend who could not even bear it when she went out da… Continue

As the train moved out of Amsterdam Central, a woman caught my eye and pointed at the misty window where Stef had written the words, 'I love you' in reverse so I could read them. I smiled all the way to Frankfurt airport even though he had never uttered those words to me during the week we had spent together. I had wanted him to, not because I loved him, but because I wanted him to love me; I was the femme fatale.

Today I am the spiritual seeker wary of the transient pleasures of the flesh that… Continue

I thwarted Anselm's pure love for an obscenity.

"Remember," he said when we parted at Shelly's arty little apartment in Maastricht, "I am not in another world. Call me if you need
anything or if you feel uncomfortable about something."

Urged on by Shelly who, like me, did not realize Anselm's deep depression, and thought him a monster for rejecting my embraces after I had crossed oceans to be with him, I called to tell him I was going to Amsterdam with a stranger I had met in a bar. A pause on… Continue