Origin of Ecstasy and Rapture

1. Temple of the Pearl, demands archer to deceive beauty

2. Archer watching her sleep, readies his arrow

3. scratch of arrow leads to eternal infatuation

4. furious divinity brings curse to beauty, archer hangs up his bow

5. beauty waits for mysterious bridegroom, the archer

6. discovery of archer as bridegroom after arrows prick,

7. beauty searching for archer in desolate land

8. beauty in the face of the Pearl, with grains, wool, and water.

9. beauty in the face of the consort of Hades, with a gift

10. archer carries beauty, who is in a deep sleep

11. archer pleads with the Lightning Bearer

12. beauty and archer happy together

hideous and undesirable

speculation of the expected

ode to burden

roman a clef

orlando has come to me for an interrogation. i turned away responding 'why would you think that?' he asked me again. this has gone on for way too long, he says. guilt has not passed, neither has contempt. she asked me once again, "who are you?" i've lied before, i'll lie again, i've had practice, i've carried it all my life. it began when i was 12. orlando says, 'you've sabotaged yourself before, i know that you will do it again' absolutely not, there has been nothing to destroy. it has only been me the whole time. stupid and naive. fate has a different plan for me, not the one i wanted but the one i have to accept. you go on ahead, i'll try to catch up, but i've been stranded on this road for a while. just try to remember me when you get there. orlando says 'that is no way to think' it is the only way that i know how. nothing has proven me wrong.

and then i say: 'Books have always been things that have baffled me. i've always seen others reading, but i've always been passed over. i've been curious about how words are read, how those words make paragraphs, where the titles come from and the hands that hold them. i like hearing stories filled with plot twists, but have never thought of reading a book, novels or poems. some people ask me which on i like reading better, but i don't know the answer because i don't read. in the stories, i get very attached to the characters, i like listening to poems now, but epic stories are very emotional and seem to be the ones that have intrigued me the most. i should just get used to listening to stories because learning to read is impossible.' orlando doesn't understand. he sees the world through the eyes that have held and read a book so he can't see the world through my illiterate eyes.

the muse's manifesto

darkness creeps over the waves to make sure that i have not gone away. this place is not safe. it seems as though people are lurking around trying to make sure that i do not fall, but they dont know that i am already lying on the ground. sustenance does not come. trances happen, but the angels do not come. the floodgates await the river's early thaw. i used to be a down-home funk prescriber, but now its just an endless cycles of rain delays. all alone forever searching for an answer, screaming to be heard, but confusing their own need to listen. you don't have to try and make it on your own. begging god to give me solomon's wisdom. i can't stop my thoughts and close my eyes. this is the part that i can't get right. i have abandoned any other way around. i dug my grave and there are not blanks in the gun. goodbye friends, true love and happy endings.