Brand New Ancients

Clive was close to her, one hand on her shoulder, the other opening his flies, she felt the fury rise, stared straight into his eyes; he couldn’t meet her gaze but she wouldn’t look away.

We are ancient, brand new, basic and far beyond making ourselves into nothing; we need to recognize we’re something, and that we can be the gods we were born to be through loving.

He was swearing at her and at himself. She looked him in the face, intent on discovering some tiny trace of grace, some snatch of goodness . . .

It was like she’d reconnected with a strength she had forgotten she possessed. Her heart beat like wings in her chest.

The Gods are waking up and reaching for their partners, the gods are raising kids doing PhDs and Masters. The gods are having physio, learning how to walk after a fall, the gods are feeling miserable and they don’t know who to call, the gods are lying on the floor feeling far away and worthless, the gods have forgotten that they’re gods, that they’

But his supermen abandoned him, the shock of it anchored him, he couldn’t move a muscle – he felt like he was dreaming, found himself weeping to the sounds of her shrieking but unable to move he was stood there, invisible and useless as Glory burned brighter than any one of Zeus’s daughters, the fight in her eyes was inspiring. He saw her, the quie

The tube becomes a chariot of fire, and his heart is renewed with an honest desire, his shoes become wings and he flies towards her side, to throw himself before her and promise he will try with new vigour to be better,

Jane – Brand New Pandora, legs crossed on the floor, with the lid off the box, heart full of shame and stomach in knots, no going back, she must learn to forgive herself and move on, ’cos what happens in love is beyond right or wrong.

The Gods are all here. Because the gods are in us.