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to dimetor — originally penned 20 july 2023 for a (currently defunct) personal prayer book

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to dionysus androgynos & aphrodite praxis — originally penned 20 july 2023

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hail to hermes, swift as he goes down the road, kicking up party posters around the children's feet, alighting each doorstep with a kiss of laughter &

hail to artemis and apollo, humming to themselves as they watch from above, sparks in the sky as the sun sinks deep and the moon rises &

hail to dionysus, standing in the kitchen with wine-red teeth, catching the drunk and steering them to safety, twirling dancing women with a firm hand &

hail to hekate, who travels where the barriers thin to gossamer pale, cross-legged at the crossroads, dogs with milky eyes licking at her heels &

hail to hestia, the light flickering at home, welcoming the child and the mother and the father, the drunk and the ride home, the friends and the family and everyone in-between, all who collapse in the living room to count their blessings and collect their beings &

hail to the gods, as the cold draws nearest to the skin; hail to the gods, as the year comes closing in.

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aphrodite, common to the people, naked in the stream. she sinks into the hungry water and lets it eat at her time-loved skin, dimpled at her breasts, thighs, her hips, the dip of her stomach. fish teem around her excitedly, and she strokes their scales as she lets the water wash away the afternoon heat. as she rises, you can see she carries a phallus, planted in a bed of soft hairs. when you move too suddenly -- a crack of wood in the undergrowth beneath you -- her warm eyes turn upon you; glittering blue, the sunlight hitting the waves. she is beauty unconquered.

and the gods come together.

athena, truth-bearer, prim in the courtroom. she looms over the proceedings like a hawk, aegis laid across her covered lap. she is always here, always attentive, always protective. she covers everything but her forearms, her face, her neck; the corinthian helmet sits at her ancient temple like a veil, the garters of her dress a warning. she is rubbing her thumb against a worn spot in the shaft of her spear contemplatively, an ear turned to the defense. when you peer up at her, her eyes are as clear as summer sky.

and the gods come together.

hermes, transient, naked in the gymnasium. he is roughhousing with the other boys, a grin on his face as he hooks his leg beneath the other's knee and flips him soundly onto his back. he is weightless -- there is nothing to hang, nothing to tie down. hair curls thick between his legs and under his arms. they are sharing breath, and the sun smiles down on them with open glee. when you squeeze between the gathered crowd of boys and men, skin cool in the shadows of the halls, you see him: eyes flashing honey-gold, pinprick pupils lost in the color. sweat is pooling at his hairline, and he is gorgeous.

and the gods come together.

artemis, far-shooter, lacing up her hunter's boots. the skirts of her chiton are short, but she makes up for it with intricate ties in her girdle and the strings of her shoes. her plaits are tied down and pinned to her head, a plain cotton veil slipping over her shoulder like a sheaf of hair. less clothes mean more speed -- and she needs every extra second she can get. deers are quicker at night, when they weave and dart between heavy groves where you can't see. there are others milling about, arming themselves similarly -- she never hunts alone. you are retrieving her gear, and when you hand them to her, she smiles. her eyes are a delicious pale gold, pupils blown out in the dark.

and the gods come together.

dionysus, laughter bubbling in his chest, sits half-covered at the symposium. his breasts splay out, hanging off him as he reclines further into the lap of a bacchant. his fingers are long around the neck of his kylix, and the eyes underneath the bowl create a gruesome mask of his own face. he smiles, and the roiling red stains his words. fire flickers in the scones, and the world seems to blur into a sticky haze -- but there is coolness at your wrist, and he is prying your fingers open to feel at the palms. he gazes at you, and it is pitch. everlasting, all-consuming, pitch. his hair falls in sheets around his body, and you are safe.

and the gods come together, and the gods come together.

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brain simply whirring over dionysus as the horned god, ariadne sister of the minotaur, and the bull of minos a divine child. ariadne who helped with a ball of thread, something that can snare and tangle and capture. the minotaur who sat in the center of the labyrinth like a giant breathing trap. dionysus who releases and unfurls, of vegetation and growth and death and doing it all over again. ariadne and the minotaur and dionysus sit around a fire, and when you blink they've all swapped places. nothing has changed.

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winter comes in brief breathes. like the world is gasping, on the edge of crying, waiting for the noise of the aether to put a hand over its mouth. winter comes in brief breaths, until it doesn't.

artemis is cold. not in speech nor visage but feeling. she is the cold that you can feel even through all your layers. she's snowbanks on the side of the river, crystalline and fragile alone but solid ice who's underbelly coalesces to pronged points all together. she's the feeling of a rushing wind against your cheeks and nose that you can't help but revel in.

hunting season ranges from september to the very end of december. four long months, four looong months. food becomes scarcer; deer stop lurking on the edges of the highway. every weekend, she disappears into the back roads.

artemis is cold not in speech but visage. she looks the buck in the eye as she aims. and it doesn't bolt, like a human might, because it knows her. his mother spoke of her when he was but smaller and more frail than this. she is beautiful in her form; she is handsome in her gritted teeth. his antlers are slowly growing back in, but he supposes there is no reason to worry about them becoming big this year. she looks the buck in the eyes and he does not run, because sacrifices come willingly.

the colder months are sadder, too. humanity must learn to make the world more hospitable for themselves. this is easier now than it was then, of course, but that does not matter much to the divine. they have jobs like us, duties like us. they come home same as we.

artemis is not cold in speech. never in speech. her voice is the harmony of a chorus, the tone like popping fire wood. she drags the buck home with one hand. there is no snow on her; she has melted snow prints into the forest floor. the cottage is big, but only because the gods have never been small. it is a wick in a sea of wax. olympus works from many places, of course, but the blazing of a hearth will always mean home. hestia is inside, crosslegged on the worn seatee — she is working lace. demeter is seating at the kitchen table, flame flickering dull against her paled skin. she loses all her color this part of the year; it makes artemis' heart hurt. hermes and apollo, their voices echo. she can't discern from where, but she knows they are up to no good. she kisses demeter's hand and lifts it to her forehead, does the same to hestia. then she calls for her brothers to help skin the deer — athena wanted new hide.

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dionysus the foreigner, dionysus potent, dionysus deep and dark and hidden in the depths of your throat. dionysus the transgressor, dionysus the releaser, dionysus parading through attica on his land-beached boat.

the people do not know him but the soul does. the man in women's clothing knows sweet on his tongue as dionysus blesses the crest of his cheek. the woman in men's clothing knows sweet on her breath as dionysus delights in her song. foreign god, foreign god, born in our lands and our hands and our minds running hot.

dionysus unshorn, dionysus in drapery, dionysus sitting pretty in the men's symposia and the women's wine presses. dionysus sprung from crete, or thebes, or far-off shores you can't see. dionysus of fragrant caves, of forests lush, of the panther cages.

foreign god, foreign god, come home to your sons and daughters. they have open arms, and cold hearts, and deep shining darkness is their home. come home, come home...

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hail starry asteria who coaxes meanings out of liquid sleep and darkened skies, who as delos gave stable land to apollo of the twin archers — he himself a master of oracular knowledge. hail goddess of bright night, who gave birth to night-working hekate guarded by baying dogs. hail, hail, titaness asteria of delian divinity 🌟

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