By Cody Austin
Do you regret the day you abnegated Eros? I resisted hearing my name hushed by another In the darkest hours, I sense you still. A ghost lost in the mill. I’d have travelled through inferno, rather than endure Eden without you. I am my mother’s daughter, At the 11th hour, Call upon my resilience. Even when down-trodden by Pothos, the dice are loaded. Shall I repent for returning once more to Dionysus?
The Jumble 