A poem I wrote earlier in the week while de-stressing and that I revised this afternoon. TBH this is probably heavily theologically influenced by Late Platonism and a speculative-genre theogonic poem I'm writing.
A few verses about social media, opinion, and unknown ways forward.
Great Mnêmosynê, powerful Titaness, you hold the lake that bears your name. Many claim to know you, yet grasp only at ephemeral echoes within themselves. Your waters are a vessel reflecting Nyx back upon herself — you hold stars so deep within that they become abyssal, unending — what was, what is, what has always … Continue reading To Mnêmosynê
I. O God, I have no laurel for a crown. The dust of dried leaves lies at my feet in this library whose volumes are countless. Here are the traces of all that I know, yet I open the pages and tear them out. Curled into flowers, strung together, they succumb to perfection as the … Continue reading The Cosmos — Void — Night — Radiance
A poem for Thargelia.
A conversation on Twitter in late 2018 reminded me that, back in 2009, I was in the late stages of writing a song for Apollon. Apollon was my guide to Hellenism and the one to whom I was most devoted in my early adulthood. When I was 23-25, I was in a transition period, and … Continue reading We Are Daphne
A chaste woman is given grace within the mysteries of Dionysos — not forced to drown down wine — allowed to worship with her will intact. One cannot always see scars. Who knows which of us bear bruises throbbing like Rhea's quick drumbeat and for whom a mystery is learning how to loosen one's grip … Continue reading Loosening Bonds (On Mysteries)