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By Apuleius

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The Green Chapel

He said: “I am the Green Knight. Come and face me at the Green Chapel. In a year and a day, come and face me.” And his head rolled in the undergrowth…

Jun 9•Apuleius

Varieties of Sweat

Or, On The Nature of Love
May 30•Apuleius

Is This How It Ends?

Is this how it ends? As it began, With fury and fright, One average night, Is this how it ends? A glamorous sham Of fairies and fools, Of gods and…
May 20•Apuleius

The Way of the Sea

Tonight I will follow the way of the sea. For, I can’t bear the singularity of things. The green cross, his smile, the pine tree, the mask of death and…
Feb 12•Apuleius

Sonnet IV

To the Lonely Lover
Sep 30, 2025•Apuleius

Isn’t It Rich? Isn’t It Queer?

Isn’t it rich that one could be found And in reasoned despair remain lost? Those who by sheer luck are bound, May onto different paths be tossed. Isn’t…
Sep 25, 2025•Apuleius

How Odd

How odd is it
Sep 21, 2025•Apuleius

Song of Farewell

We are never less alone than at the moment of departure.
Sep 18, 2025•Apuleius