Two Villanelles For Love

Villanelle: Love’s Declaration

I wish your life was mine to tell,
To scribe each day with utmost care
And so I write a Villanelle!
Your eyes a dance of caramel
That taste delight with every stare
I wish your life was mine to tell
I pen your laugh, a silver bell
As bright as song, too soft to tear
And so I write a Villanelle!
Your voice, once raised, a righteous swell
Your hands, contrite, a bashful pair
I wish your life was mine to tell
One day we’ll build a citadel
Inside our stained glass hearts may lair
And so I write a Villanelle!
I’ve writ your joy and its impel
Each line a cup for us to share
I wished your life was mine to tell
And so I write a Villanelle!

Villanelle: Love’s Rumination

I fear I might lose you as well
My ardent light in sinking lair
And so I write this Villanelle
The brightest stars only foretell
A blank page death, entropy’s snare
I fear I might lose you as well.
Your eyes of burning caramel
I wish to taste with every stare
And so I write this Villanelle
Your laugh, too short, a dying swell
Your hand and mine, too rare a pair
I fear I might lose you as well.
Upon your tears I wish to dwell,
Those sparkling mirrors to ensnare
And so I write this Villanelle
Anxiety, love can’t dispel
But which is ruler, which is heir?
I fear I might lose you as well
And so I choose a Villanelle

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    Under canopy of mammoth bone
    And the tepid remains
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    Of some dead and fallen star.
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    The nightmare happens entirely in a car, and I’m the driver.

    Sometimes I’m alone, sometimes there are others. Sometimes it’s my whole family, crammed and talkative in the back seats. Sometimes it’s a friend on the passenger side, telling me about his day. Sometimes it’s an old intimate, sitting right next to me, looking outside and thinking about what went wrong and what went right.

    I am always driving. Driving fast to somewhere important. A dentist’s appointment that started ten minutes ago. Going to buy butter fifteen minutes before the supermarket closes. A meeting at work that can’t start without me.

    I guess those things aren’t that important after all. I have other dreams about saving the world or meeting Her by chance at the beach. These destinations aren’t like that, not life-changing, just urgent. If I don’t get there in time, something bad will happen. So I’m driving fast.

    I’m a terrible driver. In the dream and in reality. I got my license when I was 18, drove my dad’s old SUV to college and then didn’t touch a steering wheel again until I was in my mid-twenties. I just never got much practice, I guess.

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    Okay, yes, that’s a bizarre combination. No, I haven’t lost my mind (well, not recently); there is a method to this madness!

    I wanted to run a game where the players had a lot of control over the aesthetic of the world: realistic, traditional fantasy, science-fictional, etc. My solution was to create a charming, but undramatic, world (“Inciting Incident”? bah to that!) and allow the players to define the central conflict themselves. Perhaps they’re the first to discover magic, the first to make some technological breakthrough or the first to radically change the political landscape.

    This guide introduces the Mariners, effectively an adventurer’s guild for every walk of life: soldiers, scientists, priests, politicians, farmers, and so forth. Players make a Mariner and choose their qualifying accomplishment and a personal goal they had to surrender to join. These choices enable the DM to create an adventure where the players commit the Inciting Incident.

    In any case, this is still very much a work in progress, but you may enjoy perusing it anyway (or, be forced to, if you’re one of my players :P). Sharing your thoughts and feedback is also very very appreciated. You can download it below or see it online at the source.

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    A Villain’s Backstory

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    So I rewrote him. I kept the canon consistent, he still did all the things Dragon Napoleon did, but I wrote a backstory for him based on an incredible short story (find it free to read or listen to here) by Scott Sigler. The original story has an incredible economy of language: the paragraphs are tight, the sentences always moving the action forward. You almost feel out of breath reading it. I loved it so much, I wanted to try imitating Sigler’s style and story- so I wrote a short little origin story for the new and improved Azarr Kul.

    If I did this right, it should stand alone as a mediocre (if unoriginal) piece of fiction. Enjoy (but probably not):

    Coughing into the moonlit smoke around him, Angel was aware only of his fear. His eyes watered, but he could still hear. Shouting, marching, the crackle of houses burning, and, still distant, screams. The entire village was on fire.

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    Sophistication Beyond Measure: The Limits of Railton’s “Sophisticated Hedonism”

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