Mapplethorpe after Robert Mapplethorpe’s Self Portrait, 1980 half youthful, half emaciated, he reflects the epicene and the languishing. his head is all shock and flurry; his mouth a toothless brevity. half Madonna, half Antinous, he reflects a decadent flower both wilting and transcendent. his eyes suggest a having seen, two eternally startled interims. a princely pauper whose aspect reflects that of a parched orchid culled too soon. published in Hive Avenue Literary Journal Lethe i am a winged thing flailing, driven into my bovine body, and back into my savage infant soul. in the beginning, nature conceived another deadweight, and i find myself stillborn. i am forever waiting to open my welkin eyes and outwit the brute. i want the earth wrested from me; i want no longer to acquiesce to the stranglehold of gravity. i am forever looking forward to eclipsing the round seared by fantasy. published in Hive Avenue Literary Journal via crucis i. to behold paradise god must be heaved up,— for to become seraph is to gouge the eye out. ii. always at one remove is to be found divinity, otherwise effaced by twin identity. iii. riven apart by mimetic sparagmos, man is condemned to die on the cross. iv. to shed the serpent’s skin is but to reiterate its meander, for conquest precedes the bind of surrender.
Krystle Eilen is a 22-year-old poet who is currently attending university. Her works have been featured in Dipity Literary Magazine, BlazeVOX, and Hive Avenue Literary Journal, and are soon to be published in The Orchards Poetry Journal and Young Ravens Literary Review. During her spare time, she enjoys reading and making art.