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

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