Shadows, Gods and Dreams.

“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and - in spite of True Romance magazines - we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely - at least, not all the time - but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”

A Demon of Noontime

A Poludnytsia is a spirit in Slavic folk belief, the embodiment of noon heat and heatstroke. In order to avoid her attacks, it was seen as best practice to avoid field work at the height of day.

She's beautiful and deadly, she appears during the hottest hours of the day, when, as we say "the sun breaks rocks".

Gentle wings of light

Tucking rays into pockets

For winter's safekeeping

Something sacred still remains

as the heavy weight of rain

dragged us out to sea.

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Of Wildflowers”

Forgotten how to read

My brain is calling in so sick

It only knows to bleed

I'm counting all the dots

As I'm laying on the floor

Ignoring all my thoughts

Until I cannot anymore

I'm licking off the blood

Of another lonely night

The panic is a flood

The fear is just a blight

I hum into the darkness

Wearing terror in the dark

Another long forgotten mess