From 2009 to 2012, I spent many nights — often after the Kyklos Apollon ritual, which is why so many of them were written on Sundays — writing weird verse on Twitter. These are all of those tweets, as I am closing that old account.
You might know that I'm on Twitter, but there are a few things that I have microblogged there recently that I would like to highlight. The first is the poem I wrote early in the current Presidential administration and that I repost on occasion: Spring is a time when buds bloom, leaves fan out like … Continue reading Some Links to Twitter and a Hymn Paraphrase to Hermes
So, last week, I gave a service at my local Unitarian Universalist Society about Athene, in honor of the beginning of the new calendar, the democratic process, and many other things I hold dear. To prepare for that service, I read the Gods and Heroes of the Ancient World volume on Athene (well, actually, about half … Continue reading To Athene, In Apology
Sometimes, it’s the fourth day of the month When the moon is still a pale sliver in the thumb Of blue day sky, but it’s always Herakles who gets the incense Fired up and smoking from hissing lightning because the fourth day Means Aphrodite, Eros, Hermes, and this god Who some say was once a … Continue reading Womanly Herakles
In asana, breath moves through my chest, a bellows igniting a bright fire to course through my body. The Yoga Sutras refined my understanding of this. Vikalpaḥ is the imagination of metaphor, sleek, and it is here where the fire inside of me blooms. Asana prepares the body through movement to turn inward and touch … Continue reading Enthrallment
The Delphic Maxims, Tenets of Solon, and the complexity of ethics.
In which I discover a piece for Hermes in an old writing notes journal and show y'all the text and scans.