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Wheel of Fortune
My blog--I pull a card--if it doesn't speak to me...perhaps it is for you? |
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?  |
| April 30 |
| Cave to Cosmos When my father died his flesh became so thin, transparent you almost saw his marrow shining through. I made an oath not to speak that day, a rare and harrowing thing for me, so chatty. I supposed the silence might slice open my knotted ropes and twisted bindings. I lost that bet. We had to borrow a suit of clothes for the burial, though he knew well enough the grubs would come marching. He wagered that at the end he would either see God, or at the least, the ones who worked for Him. |
| April 30 |
| Cave to Cosmos When my father died his flesh became so thin, transparent you almost saw his marrow shining through. I made an oath not to speak that day, a rare and harrowing thing for me, so chatty. I supposed the silence might slice open my knotted ropes and twisted bindings. I lost that bet. We had to borrow a suit of clothes for the burial, though he knew well enough the grubs would come marching. He wagered that at the end he would either see God, or at the least, the ones who worked for Him. |
| April 29 |
| For Beltane INVOCATION My pots are cauldrons the oven a hearth. To be a deep foodie demands practice, patience, presence. Salty, sweet, bitter, sour and queen umami. After the first taste close your eyes grow silent let magick begin. Water----Appetizer Beet juice, vodka shaken with ice salt, pepper fennel seed a beetini's very nice. Fire----Entree Wild asparagus if you can find, organic or even Wal-Mart's will do. blast the oven to 425 spritz with oil and you're through. Earth---Side Peeled and grated gingerroot salt, vinegar,sugar in a pot stirred and cooked together pink, pickled ginger is what you've got. Air---Dessert A couple of cups of rose petal water add yeast, bread flour, and salt. Rose petal bread is getting hotter. The earth, the air, the fire, the water return, return, return, return. |
| April 27 |
| Counter Spell for a Mean Girl There is a silence at the center of everything. TROUBLE CAT, PUBIC LICE, CIA The idler wheel is wiser than the driver of the screw and whipping cords will serve you more than ropes will ever do. RUB, PIT, BITE, LIAR And finally, we are no one. TIP, TAP, PAT, TILT Author's note: The second stanza is the title of a CD by Fiona Apple. The words in capitals are anagrams of letters in my name. |
| April 25 |
| Double Bubble We have all been around so many times and been everything, with everybody else. And so my dear, look both ways and always double down. March in double time and keep your deuces wild. It's always two for the road and two for the show. Don't be a two-timer, two-faced, or two-sided. Double your pleasure, double your fun, it's all just a double bubble. |
| April 24 |
| NaPoWriMo--Day 24 Surgeons can replace our bones and joints with metallic rainbow hued parts and fit us with slightly used substitutes for our eyes, kidneys, and hearts. Our plastic brains can be rewired by intricate feedback loops but what is the substance of consciousness that keeps us running through hoops? |
| April 23 |
| Aphasia My aphasic patient manages to sputter about an astrological event tonight. Stunned, I reply and sing, "when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie", everyone joins in, laughing and agreeing. Driving home hanging in the evening sky a feathery gibbous moon. I am mute. |
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