the scream is the voice
gone raw and can only be
from the Minotaur
William John Wither is a speculative fiction writer living in Montreal, Canada. He is the lead game designer of IMPACT: A Foresight Game, and has bee published in Exile Quarterly, MISC Magazine, and the CVC8 Anthology. Their work can be found at williamwither.com.
Winding and twisting, this sinewy labyrinth listlessly folds in on itself, a maze-like bud that opens fearfully to the footfalls of man, and shivers shut. In his distant corner, the bull of Minos wait
A maze mouths a non-linear A to B, a linguistic start To end but a labyrinth spirals inward ad infinitum In effect unicursal as a whorl of hair on a baby’s head Or male pattern baldness. Beyond these
All my paths have led to Knossos: to this site, this stretch of soil. With trowel and brush I sculpt the palace, a labyrinth of toil, the hybrid truth imprisoned at its centre. The map of the palace e
