sold my archaic – style Hellenic alphabet divination tiles

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As per the request of the buyer, I’m including a thing to match match up the letters with the modern Hellenic alphabet, as I lost the reference I used when I made the set in question several years ago.

Don’t know why, but I chose to do it in water colours.

About Ruadhán McElroy

Ruadhán has been a traditional Hellenic polytheist for about a decade, and has also maintained devotions to Eros and Apollon most of that time; his status as a devotee of Nyx is more recent. He also paints, makes music, makes jewellery, and writes novels set in the Mod Revival (UK) and Swampie (Oz) subcultures of the 1980s. He also gets a lot of odd little experiences that he jokes will forever render him an insufferable Goth.

Nocturnal Spirits shop update

I just posted The Muse Whispers to Hesiod watercolour. before the 17th of Deceber, you have the option to get it with a FREE print-out of the new Boeotian Calendar (the postage on this is Priority Flate Rate packaging, so it should arrive by the first of the NBC year, 22 December 2014).

Alright, time to go press buttons, now!

*whoosh!*

About Ruadhán McElroy

Ruadhán has been a traditional Hellenic polytheist for about a decade, and has also maintained devotions to Eros and Apollon most of that time; his status as a devotee of Nyx is more recent. He also paints, makes music, makes jewellery, and writes novels set in the Mod Revival (UK) and Swampie (Oz) subcultures of the 1980s. He also gets a lot of odd little experiences that he jokes will forever render him an insufferable Goth.

It’s almost the new year in Thespiae….

You should get a calendar!

While you’re at it, I have just posted the lot of celestial deities paintings and a vintage copper offering bowl (or at least I’m guessing it’s vintage, it was a dumpster-dive find, so I’m not sure, but judging by my inability to keep it clean and the dings it had when I found it, I’m assuming it’s at least fifteen to twenty years old).

About Ruadhán McElroy

Ruadhán has been a traditional Hellenic polytheist for about a decade, and has also maintained devotions to Eros and Apollon most of that time; his status as a devotee of Nyx is more recent. He also paints, makes music, makes jewellery, and writes novels set in the Mod Revival (UK) and Swampie (Oz) subcultures of the 1980s. He also gets a lot of odd little experiences that he jokes will forever render him an insufferable Goth.

Dionysos painting for sale! (and a Call for Submissions)

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So I’ve finally posted my Dionysos painting for sale up at the Nocturnal Spirits shop, and it’s $55 (before P&P). I offered it to Sannion and/or Galina, first, but unfortunately, while they love it, they had to pass for reasons, but let’s hope that someone will dig it enough to get it –or any of the other paintings currently up.

so for readrs of this blog, i also figured I’d offer a coupon code:

HAPPYNEWYEAR will get you 15% off any purchase at the Nocturnal Spirits shop of $10 or more (which is basically anything except the PDF calendar, right now), and this is good until the end of the month of Boukatios, the first month of the Boeotian year (if you want to know when that is, why haven’t you purchased a calendar, yet? Or you could try asking nicely, I might say….)

I also wanted to give a shout-out to this call for submissions from Burning Heart Press:

Burning Heart Press is creating an anthology of nonfiction essays, poems, and art from queer and transgender pagans and/or polytheists. We want to hear stories about how sexuality and gender influence your practice, your devotions, and your relationships with the Divine. We’d like to create more conversation on coming out as queer or transgender, shapeshifting, the (holy?) silence of not coming out, gender magic, transitioning, and how we do it wrong to learn to get it right. Submissions from people of all genders and sexualities accepted. Submissions from transgender people will be prioritized.

Texts promoting oppressive content will not be considered.

Editor Oliver Leôn Hêrês is a Canadian journalist, poet, and trans rights advocate. Direct submissions to oliverheres@burningheartpress.com.

The deadline is February 9th 2015. The title is tentative.

I am thinking of submitting something, myself, but i can’t decide if I want to polish up something from the blog or write something new.

…and speaking of anthologies, I’m going to be on a writing/editing bender very shortly to get the first volume of the Nocturnal Spirits annual out shortly before or after the Boeotian New Year (depends on how fast I can get shit done and in). And this is also going to be the first book I’ll be publishing under the Arete Kyrene Press imprint (my fiction has been published as SHS Publishing), named for the daughter of Aristippus the Elder.

She is said to have publicly taught natural and moral philosophy in the schools and academies of Attica for thirty-five years, to have written forty books, and to have counted among her pupils one hundred and ten philosophers. She was so highly esteemed by her countrymen that they inscribed on her tomb an epitaph which declared that she was the splendour of Greece and possessed the beauty of Helen, the virtue of Thirma, the pen of Aristippus, the soul of Socrates and the tongue of Homer.

Also: If you want to keep up on my WCBN shenanigans and the local Ann Arbor / Ypsilanti Gothic Gatherings, I’ve got a blog for that. Not sure when I’ll be on the air again, my final apprenticeship email has yet to get back with me, so I’m going to try a few other people; after that is the Broadcaster’s Exam (and it sounds like I’ll have to be an idiot to not pass it), and then I’ll be subbing until they can fit me into the schedule, but if you want to listen online and call up with requests or just harass me at the station when it’s time for that, you can do it!


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About Ruadhán McElroy

Ruadhán has been a traditional Hellenic polytheist for about a decade, and has also maintained devotions to Eros and Apollon most of that time; his status as a devotee of Nyx is more recent. He also paints, makes music, makes jewellery, and writes novels set in the Mod Revival (UK) and Swampie (Oz) subcultures of the 1980s. He also gets a lot of odd little experiences that he jokes will forever render him an insufferable Goth.

Guess who just did more stuff?

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Archaic style Hellenic alphabet tiles – $12

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Marbled silver and lavender Hellenic alphabet tiles – $10

About Ruadhán McElroy

Ruadhán has been a traditional Hellenic polytheist for about a decade, and has also maintained devotions to Eros and Apollon most of that time; his status as a devotee of Nyx is more recent. He also paints, makes music, makes jewellery, and writes novels set in the Mod Revival (UK) and Swampie (Oz) subcultures of the 1980s. He also gets a lot of odd little experiences that he jokes will forever render him an insufferable Goth.

Boeotian Alphabet tiles?

So, I’m halfway done with the new set I just got some clay for, and I think I’m going to post two sets when I’m done –not cos I made two sets, tonight, but cos it’s been almost a week and I think I’ll part with the original set I’ve made and have been using for a few years, and use the burnt set for a while. Main reason is cos I’m really broke this month, have already *had to* dip into the money I wanted to set aside for my cat’s vet visit later this month, and am already trying to juggle things around a bit so I have to dip as little out of my savings as possible (this is money I’m hoping I can put toward having my name legally changed in March, when I’m eligible to do so in Washtenaw County, Michigan).

I will warn, though, on most of the “older” set of new tiles I’m posting this week, I’ve used archaic forms of the letters (there were a few where I did not), and in writing up a little card-thing to make it easier for anyone less familiar, I decided to look up ancient formS, yes, plural, of the Hellenic alphabet, and holy hells, there’s nearly two dozen surviving alphabets; seriously, if all the Hellenic tribes couldn’t have the same alphabet, what makes some people think that they had universal culture and practises? Or that even a pan-Hellenic practise can work for all Hellenists, today?

So, I’m thinking I’m going to start creating a Boeotian variant of the Greek Alphabet Oracle with the Boeotian alphabet and tiles; maybe make them a specialty thing for $12-$15 versus $10 (the standard set I just sold), for the extra work put in for re-associating letters. If anyone wants to make requests for *tiles* for other archaic alphabets, let me know, I’ll see what I can do.

Also feel free to put in requests or suggestions for colours! I’m working on two-colour marbelling, so feel free to suggest up to two colours for the clay, and a contrasting colour for the paint (the acrylic paints I currently have are metallic purple, black, and blue; I’ll see if I have others, I thought I did, but they might be in another place for now); if you don’t want to do colour requests, I’m probably going to default to a lot of purples, blues, and greens, black, silver, etc…. It’s what I like, you can’t fault me for sticking with what I dig.

Alright, off to go bake some Sculpey and find my watercolour paper (I have a surprise hatching). This weekend the Dionysos oil painting goes up for sale, and I’m *really* hoping that one of these sells before the 23rd of this month, or I’m going to have to dip a *lot* more from my savings than i want to cos my Ni-Ni can be safe from distemper for another year. (And so I can get more button parts. I am in desperate need of button parts after I press this week’s batch.)

ETA:
Almost forgot, if the Hellenic alphabet tiles and the New Boeotian Calender don’t interest you and my paintings are too expensive, but buttons for your jacket or messenger bag do, please see what I have here.

If that doesn’t interest you, but supporting who I hope is one of your favourite bloggers does, you can donate to my Patreon, as little as $1/month! Yeah, fat boy’s got goals, but every little bit helps.

ETA: Alright, I just went to go pay this month’s electric bill, and guess what? One of the roommates did not pay at all last month, and another one only paid $5 of what was due $18.50 EACH, so I just paid WAY more than I needed to in order to keep the lights on, or it was going to get a shut-off TODAY. On other words, I REALLY need to sell a painting, or I have to drain my savings to take my cat to the vet. I’m willing to come down $10 on each, if that would sweeten the deal for anyone. Please. I’m desperate at this point.

ETA: Just posted the latest tiles! Go see!

About Ruadhán McElroy

Ruadhán has been a traditional Hellenic polytheist for about a decade, and has also maintained devotions to Eros and Apollon most of that time; his status as a devotee of Nyx is more recent. He also paints, makes music, makes jewellery, and writes novels set in the Mod Revival (UK) and Swampie (Oz) subcultures of the 1980s. He also gets a lot of odd little experiences that he jokes will forever render him an insufferable Goth.

hey, look at what I just did…

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If you want to get this set, go here. Hey! Someone snatched them up, already! On the good side, I was planning to go to Michael’s and get more Sculpey, anyway (I have a coupon for there that expires this week), so after I make more, I’m going to post that set. 🙂

hermes

…and if you want my Hermes painting, go here.

My Apollon painting is still available here. You can also get a PDF download of the New Boeotian Calendar here.

Also, if you’re at all interested in the tiles I accidentally burnt, you can see them here. I’m only charging $5 to cover the P&P. If no-one claims them in a week, I’ll sell the first set I made, instead, and keep these ones. They’re still perfectly useful, they just aren’t as pretty as I’d hoped they’d be.

ETA: Did I forget to mention that there’s also a shit-tonne of Hellenic and other polytheist badges (and many more to come!) in the Religion & Magic section of my button shop?

Also: hey, did you see this Patreon thing?

About Ruadhán McElroy

Ruadhán has been a traditional Hellenic polytheist for about a decade, and has also maintained devotions to Eros and Apollon most of that time; his status as a devotee of Nyx is more recent. He also paints, makes music, makes jewellery, and writes novels set in the Mod Revival (UK) and Swampie (Oz) subcultures of the 1980s. He also gets a lot of odd little experiences that he jokes will forever render him an insufferable Goth.

Update on Wild Hunt donation….

So i just did a count of badges sold so far this month, for my “Help Me Help the Wild Hunt” drive. I’ve sold *twelve* badges from the “Religion & Magic” section OR otherwise bearing a “pagan” or “polytheist” tag –meaning all of $6 I can set aside for The Wild Hunt! Unfortunately, all of The Wild Hunt’s blogroll links from the $15 Perk have been sold out, so unless someone wants to donate $50 for a link to Of Thespiae (the currently-cheapest Perk with a link), I’ll have to try for the next fundraiser.

That said, with The Wild Hunt almost at their $12,500 goal, perhaps you’d like to donate to something that is no-where NEAR its needed funds? Something that will be an asset to all sorts of people in the A2/Ypsi area, including other polytheists? I’m still trying to raise money for an event.

In other news, I’ve re-scheduled Nocturnal Spirits’ release for December, and have decided to re-open submissions for about two weeks –the new deadline is 1 November 2014.

I’ve also opened up a second Etsy shop! This is going to be for more polytheist-related items –like, I’ve been making Hellenic alphabet tiles for divination, and I’m hoping to do other things, as well, like maybe sell paintings regularly (including maybe some custom paintings), and maybe other things.

About Ruadhán McElroy

Ruadhán has been a traditional Hellenic polytheist for about a decade, and has also maintained devotions to Eros and Apollon most of that time; his status as a devotee of Nyx is more recent. He also paints, makes music, makes jewellery, and writes novels set in the Mod Revival (UK) and Swampie (Oz) subcultures of the 1980s. He also gets a lot of odd little experiences that he jokes will forever render him an insufferable Goth.

For those of you curious about the Nocturnmal Spirits status…

Due to my abrupt move, it would be irresponsible to proceed with the previous “street date” of August 2014. As it currently stands, if I’m lucky, and I have a place to live by the end of August, the due date is September. If I’m not so lucky, I’ll find a way to make it happen by December.

Speaking of my impending move, I still don’t have enough money raised; part of having a place to live is securing an address, but another part of having a place to live is being able to cover the move-in fees. Now, it might be “fun” to couch-surf through September and October, so I can move on my own money (and yes, I “dick-quoted” the word “fun” there, cos I’m getting too old for that shit), but my anxiety-support cat (just registered, thanks to donations!) has some of his own neuroses concerning strangers/new people (it took him about six weeks to really trust my humanoid meat-based housemate [like, around he 5th week, Scott was starting to feel personally offended that this cat wouldn’t let him come more than twelve inches away, and would run under the chair when Scott would bend over to try and pet him], and he’s been going to the groomer’s every eight weeks for two years this December, and he only just now has stopped crying when Heather applies his claw-caps –he’s been refreshingly trusting of both the Humane Society vet who neutered him, and our current regular vet, Dr Hoscheck at the Ailurophile Cat Clinic, go figure, right?), and the idea of couch-surfing with Nigel wouldn’t be ideal for him in the slightest (or maybe he’ll get along better than I think? Still, I’d hate to have to try it and have it not go well at all for him) so I’ve been pulling the weight on my end, trying to find a place, living on one of those tiny shoe strings for three-hole oxfords when previously, my budget has been more like a standard athletic-style shoelace, maybe sometimes a mid-calf bootlace –you know, I have very little to live on, and now I’m trying to make it work on even less, cos moving expenses.

I also had a birthday this week. A birthday which totally blew.

I had a friend over on my actual birthday. The kind of friend you get naked, climb on top of, and make squishy noises with. This really disturbed my cat, and it took him about two hours in his windowsill and a shower I was going to take anyway, before he’d forgive me, and it still took him about thirty-six hours and half a bottle of Allergen-Reducer Febreeze to trust my bedroom again. Granted, if I had much of a social life in this city, he’d be used to this shit, already, but it was something he’d never seen before, and it was weird, and how was he to be sure that this stranger wasn’t going to murder us and take our stuff? (And I’m only bringing this other part up cos animals can be easily spooked by certain things you or I would think nothing of, but it might not have helped that my friend has a condition that affected the way that they walk –I had no problem, but thinking of the things that could have factored into this for Nigel, that’s a possible thing to a cat who’d never seen this person before.)

Then came my birthday dinner, where only one of my friends in Central or Southeast Michigan (of the 20+ invited) showed up, and cos of heavy freeway traffic, and construction in the vicinity of the restaurant, by the time we finished eating, there was no time to do anything else but drive back to Lansing so she could get to work on time –and even if that pesky job thing wasn’t a factor, everything but bars were closed. Cos it’s Michigan, not Hollywood (ye gods, i do miss Hollyweird).

Then was yesterday, the local Gothic Board/Card Game Night that I ran at Evolution Games on the west side of Lansing. Now, this was something where I really realised a bit of the truth behind the notion that “leaders are the ones who show up”. I borrowed the name for this series of events, Gothic Gatherings, from stuff my friend X (her pseudonym that she performed under on that This Is Where the Fish Lives EP we did some years ago) used to do in the A2/Ypsi area –she and I haven’t spoken in a few years, but she’s just kinda like that, you know? I’m sure we’ll get back in contact at some point and it’ll be like nothing’s changed between the two of us, even though there’d be years of news to catch up on. That aside, she’s totally not someone who’d mind me taking that title, especially cos when she took a break from doing non-bar events for Goths and those who can pass for such, a former co-conspirator of Gothic gatherings (an incredibly histrionic woman, who was my current age now back when i was 19 and getting involved with the SE-MI Goth scene —which kind of infuriated X and myself, at the time, but in retrospect makes me feel very sorry for her) continued with a couple more events that I basically organised myself while the second person (said histrionic woman about thirteen years my senior) sat back and took most of the credit; I may technically be an heir to the “Gothic gatherings” name, in the unlikely event that either my friend or that other woman try and sue me over it.

But anywhoodle…

Game Night.

Yes.

I started a monthly game night cos I had one at my house in February of 2013, and it seemed generally agreed that everyone who showed up wanted to have a regular game night. So I set a date, and posted announcements every month to have it at my house. After about four or five months of no-one showing up after February, I decided to move it to a game and comic shop not too far from my place, but they were closing by that time, so I spent a few months trying to figure out where else, and then in January of this year (2014, to any future readers who can’t check a gods-damned timestamp), I decided on and made arrangements with Evolution Games on the west side, a good ten minute walk from the Lansing Mall. I showed up *every month*, with the exception of April, as that was the week of Convergence XX, and with the exception of my humanoid meat-based housemate sticking around the first few months, nobody else ever showed up. Oh, I put in my work –I made updates on websites, I printed fliers with the little pull-tabs, I made invites and sent out e-vites about two weeks in advance, encouraging people to bring other friends. Nothing.

Now, last night was a bit different; a lot of people couldn’t do dinner in Ann Arbor at Joe’s Crab Shack (it’s an annual indulgence, don’t judge me), cos they were broke or didn’t trust their car all the way to A2, or were veg*n. Fair enough, fair enough, Game Night was the next day, anyway. Even though yesterday’s Game Night had a record low of only two RSVPs and both as “Maybe” (and really, who the hell can plan for that shit?), i still held out hope that maybe SOMEONE would finally show up. Maybe someone finally realised that since my friend Jay ended his Goth Night at the bar two blocks from me in November of 2012, that this was all there was to do in Lansing, and maybe they were going stir crazy and needed something to do on a Friday? Maybe I could at least bug people a little bit, point out that it was my birthday week and perhaps guilt them? Maybe point out that this was, indeed, my LAST Game Night in Lansing, cos, as has been established with C&SE-MI goths who watch me on FB since at least May (like my friend Kim, who lives in Warren and only just met me at Convergence), that I’m moving next month, back to the A2/Ypsi area, and depending on things, the game night will likely resume in September (at the earliest), hopefully at Vault of Midnight (though maybe somewhere else). There was no reason not to assume that this was the last night I’m doing this in Lansing. So then what happened?

The first person I bugged on FB over the tablet said, “maybe i can make it out next time?”

“Dan, there will not *be* a “next time” in Lansing. Not unless Eric wants to take over for me, and he’s busy being a responsible adult, it seems, just able to put together the annual World Goth Day Lansing picnic.”
“Oh, well, sorry. Maybe I’ll see you out at Necto some time.”
“Yeah, i don’t go to Nectarine Ballroom1 anymore. They banned me about five years ago for using the men’s lavvy just after my first FTM surgery, and while that’s unlikely still in play, I’m just not going on the principle of the thing.2

Most other people were either caught up in work, or simply forgot and were now caught up in other plans they had made within only the last 48 hours. Cos something that sounded great in June, something that’s an established monthly even, was now something forgotten about cos another friend decided to have a “girl’s night’ of bra-shopping and sushi, just spur-of-the-moment. I did get a minor social fix when my friend Wendy said I was welcome to come over to her place; she was stuck at home due to a car without working headlights, which I’d known about since she offered me a ride out to the west side Target to get the hotplate for my kaphemanteia service at the Polytheist Leadership Conference, and since she lives near me, I hoped my housemate would be able to pick her up, but she and I missed each-other before i got dropped off. We sat around and chatted until about two-a.m., after which I went back home, took my St’ John’s wort, and sulked a bit. Cos Leslie Gore was right, you know (though fun fact, even that early in her career, it had been an “open secret” in the industry that she’d’ve rather danced with Judy):

Then there’s the fact that the only people to get back to me about housing, so far, have been to tell me that the room has been filled –unless you count that one guy whose place is a good two miles from the nearest bus, and the only bus that goes there stops at 7pm and only runs Monday through Friday –which is kind of unacceptable, considering that I’m naturally seldom up before noon and my Etsy shop mankes me dependent on the Post Office, which in A2 closes at 6pm, and it’s been a few weeks, so even that room is likely filled, by now.

Needless to say, I’m not having the greatest time. I know some people were looking forward to the first volume of Nocturnal Spirits next month, and I apologise, but for some pretty good reasons, it has to be delayed —one way or another, it will definitely be out before the end of 2014, just not in August, as planned. I hope you all understand.

This also means I’m still in need of moving funds. In fact, I just did some maths in my chequebook, and my allergy meds kinda just put me under what’s been raised, so far (sure, I didn’t need to get the 5month supply bottle, but there was a sale and it worked out to being, like, 2½months for free, when compared to the price of the 1month supply, which was not on sale –in the long run, it was the more-responsible purchase), and this plus next month’s expenses, I still won’t really have enough, after the current deposits from GoFundMe and then Etsy go through on this coming Monday/Tuesday. I really hate begging like this, but my humanoid meat-based housemate would seriously rather see me on the streets than put me up on the couch for a few weeks (though I’ve got him willing to concede if, and only if, I have a guaranteed arrangement in the A2/Ypsi area already set up; and so far the only guarantee that I have is to store some things at my friend Jeff’s place; in an emergency, I might be able to set up on his couch for a weekend, but he and his wife have two dogs, and Nigel’s only seen one just a few weeks ago at the groomer, and let’s just say anything longer than that is probably not a great idea).

So if you have a little money, PLEASE donate! If you live in the A2/Ypsi area, or you have a friend who does and you can call in a solid, I’ll be three Monday (by myself), overnight, to (hopefully) see some places, put up “Roommate Wanted” notices at my favourite places: Crazy Wisdom Bookstore and Tea Room, Rendez-Vous cafe, Fleetwood Diner, The People’s Food Co-Op, Aut Bar, the Spectrum Centre at the U of Mich Student Union, Maidstone Theatre in Ypsilanti, maybe the Deja-Vu in Ypsi (I have friends who work at the “love boutique” and strippers seem to be in constant need of reliable roommates), Ypsilanti Food Co-Op, Aubrey’s Pizza, The Elbow Room and Tap Room, the downtown theatres, various used bookstores, hell I might even put one up by the city cemetery and ask the dead for some assistance –I’ve always treated that cemetery well, in the past. I’m also going to try and stop by The Bad Idea, and see if they could use a new member of the house. I asked one friend in specific to do some magics, but if you can do that for me as well, you have my permission. I’m pretty much doing everything that a responsible person should do in this situation, so it’s perfectly reasonable to ask for the help I need when i need it.


1: Yeah, i know it hasn’t been officially titled that in over fifteen years, that’s how love I’ve been in and out of the A2/Ypsi area. Despite my youthful appearance, I’m actually quite old.
2: plus, the DJ had been an insufferable douche to my friend X, and my friend DJ Scary Guy has had a long-standing feud with him, and honestly, the last time i was there just to get out of the house, they played one song all night that I even kinda-sorta liked, and I was pretty much just there to chat with my friend who was the bartender, and she has since moved. I have no reason to go there, so fuck ’em.

About Ruadhán McElroy

Ruadhán has been a traditional Hellenic polytheist for about a decade, and has also maintained devotions to Eros and Apollon most of that time; his status as a devotee of Nyx is more recent. He also paints, makes music, makes jewellery, and writes novels set in the Mod Revival (UK) and Swampie (Oz) subcultures of the 1980s. He also gets a lot of odd little experiences that he jokes will forever render him an insufferable Goth.

Achlys

Some say She is older than Khaos,
not as impossible as it sounds
Some say She is Misery and Pain,
without knowable bound
Some say She is Night Eternal,
cold and chattering,
the Death of Life

Few mortals have spoke Her name,
and few gods dare to
For She is all they say
and then some

She whispers great horrors and torment
She can kill the Deathless,
should They kiss the blood from Her cheeks
She can bring pain no mortal can stand,
And She was always here,
and will be forever

It is folly to pray to Her
She’ll never answer,
she doesn’t care
Her was Here, first,
But She is no-One’s Mother
–Khaos just happened,
That’s what She does–
And though parts of Her have been revealed,
here and there,
She is truly incomprehensible
And Her mist will devour All,
in the End
———————

I might just need to have been in bed hours ago, but I had to jot this down. It took what little sense I have left to keep from slipping into prose or an essay, mid-stanza, and I’m still waffling over whether or not I should include it in Nocturnal Spirits. As best as i can tell right now, it’s not very good.

About Ruadhán McElroy

Ruadhán has been a traditional Hellenic polytheist for about a decade, and has also maintained devotions to Eros and Apollon most of that time; his status as a devotee of Nyx is more recent. He also paints, makes music, makes jewellery, and writes novels set in the Mod Revival (UK) and Swampie (Oz) subcultures of the 1980s. He also gets a lot of odd little experiences that he jokes will forever render him an insufferable Goth.