The Mandrake Delusions, Tess Joyce
Fonte Roma, 12X18, watercolor, Gary Buhler The Mandrake Delusions He strutted through our cortices like a boxing, rocking tomb- god with a black jackal for a head He was the god of the dead. Keeper of secrets, of scrolls on papyrus, made him despise us. “Show us what it means, Anubis. We’re ready. The
The Mandrake Delusions, Tess Joyce Read More »
