After centuries of isolation, a blinded Polyphemus struggles to heal in a world that only remembers him as a monster—until an unexpected friendship teaches him to truly see again. I could not resist this story….Anaxagoras succeeds on several layers in this alluring piece. — Myna Chang*, Flash Roundup, May 2025 “The last time I looked at anything with this eye, all I saw were men who hated me. I forged the thunderbolt of Zeus! I built the walls of Mycenae!” “Is that why you won't take your blindfold off? So you don’t have to see yourself in their faces? In their fear?” “All they see is a monster.” “I don't, Poly.” “Bah!” he said and stalked away. In Factor Four Magazine, Issue 47 (May 2025). ReadSome wounds never heal
Notes, fragments, and strange signals from the edge of story.
The Everlasting Wound of Polyphemus.