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I pull a card...if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it was meant for you? How to Read the Tarot Begin by brewing a cup of tea, a nervine, lemon balm or chamomile, this is after all, your future. A reading at the dark of the moon is best, before the night creatures crawl and bad humours fill the air. Pick a circular deck, with a fairy-tale motif, and no reversals. Hold a question in your heart, shuffle the cards and place them on the table. Choose only two. Like the ancient Israelites, these are your seer stones, Urim and Thumimm, black and white, yes or no. Isn't that all you were asking? |
Chain Link I guard my heart behind a chain link fence hiding my achy cardiac flutter and everyday anxiety as the sand trickles down the hourglass. Yet should we meet eye to eye and agree to butcher shallow conventions and share our shadows I might spin a gossamer web behind that fence, a web feverishly transparent and shining. prompt; a spider web behind a chain link fence 13 lines Pholarchos Tarot--Trail of Wings--calm your frenzied mind |
Stars It's not a fever dream but stray shrapnel of a daydream. It's the dust of stars pouring out a joyous rap chorus. These chill far-flung galaxies shatter my chains of anxiety. I hover this night beneath the twinkling between doubt and certainty into the riverine flow of everything. Prompt: stars Pholarchos Tarot--8--Justice--Think for yourself---eloquent, original, true. |
New Year's Eve Caviar and sour cream on water crackers. Buy the cheapest I can find slivers of onion and hard boiled egg just for me. Mine! 7 lines Form: Epulaeryu The Cook's Tarot--12--The Hanged Man--if you have problems forget about them, eat caviar instead! |
Passion I saw the Grim Reaper once reflected in a mirror across from my patient's bed. My patient passed a moment later and his pet cockatiels began to sing. His passion was birds. I keep my Christmas tree up year round always adding new ornaments. When I pass it will go out feet first with me. People will say, "she had a passion for Christmas", In truth, I am lazy and it was a hassle to put up and take down. There will not be bird song. Prompt: passion 17 lines Dark Goddess Tarot--Eight of Water--Sedna--Inuit Goddess of the Ocean & Underworld--Going deep is not easy. Let it be worthwhile. |
Peace |
Kitten Cats are edgy flows of smoke and fluid becomings. Catholic cat lady St. Gertrude waits in eternity for her messiah. Mine, is here at home with softly kneading paws a fuzzy body of thrumming purrs. This picture of contentment is a kitten with a message, "Just now, just now, meow." 12 lines Prompt: cat Pholarchos Tarot---Queen of Spirals--Give in to pleasure. |
Art SunTzu wrote "The Art of War". There is no art in war no dark beauty in ashes of olive trees no gifts in debris. The blood of innocents floods the streets. Survivors fashion coffins of boxes. Houses simmer with the secrets of smoldering hate. Mothers raise their arms to heaven and chant an ancient refrain: Make art, not war. Prompt: Art 15 lines Dark Goddess Tarot--XVI--Kali--Destruction |
Mirror I pray when you look in the mirror you do not see only your political party. When I look in the mirror I see God, and She is black, white, brown not and/or, but and/and queer, hetero, asexual handicapped, whole addicted, newly sober Republican (god forbid), progressive. When I look in the mirror I see God and I am not lonely. 15 lines Prompt: mirror Pholarchos Tarot--19--the Sun--In the inner heart lies the gold. |
At Seventy-Two I have no further goals I wish to achieve, at sea-level I am aging more slowly. This is not like nihilism I believe but a veneration of all things lowly. Trapped in this aging body I will not grieve and celebrate my life for it is holy. Sonatas I'll play till all tears be released, salt waters untrap our feared, loathsome beasts. Corals, stars, flowers coming to fruition, I have escaped by my death of ambition. I believe dreams do love us to completion. Form: Eleventh Power 11 lines Pholarchos Tarot--5 of Coral--a gift of water |
November 9, 2023 Crescent moon hangs in pale dawn light a ghost orchid in the swamp unattainable by mere mortals silver against an inky sky Form: Sedlak |