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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?  |
| Altar I have an altar in non-ordinary reality. All my mundane household gods nestle here in their nichos. I bring them offerings of birdsfoot violets, dried immortelle, six-foot sunflowers. Kwan Yin, Hecate, the Black Madonnas of the world. We speak only in Urdu. No map. No path. No timeline. No prayers. Only gratitude. Dark Goddess Tarot--V--The Heirophant--Cybele--Look for ways to elevate the mundane in your daily tasks. |
| Smoke, No Fire The magnolias bloomed last night. It is a green amphetamine. A sticky drizzle of scent, Sweat, tears, semen. Tidewater penetralia. It's musky, muted sweetness melts into hot skin. Leaves unfold, white petals unfurl, then the low hissing of honeybees, a mist of sacred incense. dark Goddess Tarot---Six of Water---Tefnut--Renewal starts with simple pleasures |
| Fortuna The goddess Fortuna cares not for arete or cnota. Her angst is not soothed with consolations of philosophy. She spins her wheel. Today, the low are high, tomorrow the tale changes. So we ride life's vinyl groove to our final fate. The needle sticks, one song one song one song. arete--Greek for excellence cnota--Polish for virtue Dark Goddess Tarot--X--Fortuna--take the ride for all it's worth |
| Hurricane Honey Spell On a cloudy day find a black mangrove tree. They live at the border of mud and blue sea. Scrape its excreted salt from the leaves and with gravity stir into some honey. Thank Grandfather Tree. Remember the storm's deafening crescendo, shattered windows, rattled doors, roofs laid bare. Recall morning bird song. Thank Grandmother Sky. Stir in some saffron threads to electrify the mix. Take daily. Pray for Puerto Rico. Dark Goddess Tarot--Seven of Fire--Durga--different fights require different weapons |
| Coatlicue Coatlicue is a crooked grandmother with low hanging flabby breasts and a skirt of serpents. She will not stitch closed the hole in the sky. She will not return the lost bees, flowers and whales. She may be wise but will not save us. Her cycles of time are etched in blood. The world has not yet exploded. Get on with it and save yourself. Buy seeds, offer tobacco. Make something beautiful happen every day. XXI--Dark Goddess Tarot--Coatlicue the World---you are more capable than you imagine |
| Numbers My mother's brother ran the numbers. His never hit. We had a three story house with a stoop. He lived on the second floor in a room littered with white paper strips. The woman who rented the third floor had a ouija board. The planchette would glide across the surface. How many children would I have? Five? Six? In winter my mother strung seven lines in the cellar to hang the baby's diapers. She always smelled of Clorox and Tide. She didn't play the numbers. But in summer, after the streetlights blinked on we all played Crazy Eights. She passed forty years ago. She liked the Ace of Hearts. Dark Goddess Tarot--Ace of Air--Nemesis--be honest with your word. |
| 13 Ghosts I was nine when 13 Ghosts came to the movies. I wore a pink plastic headband to hold back my curls. My confirmation dress was satin with blue and yellow flowers. You had to wear special glasses with red and blue lenses to see the ghosts. The movie didn't scare me. I was afraid of the man in the aisle. He said he'd give me money and candy if I sat on his lap. I stopped going to the movies alone. I still see ghosts. Dark Goddess Tarot--Witch of Fire--CERRIDWEN--Craft anew with the bones of the old |
| Nursing Nursing not a calling just a means to an end forty odd work years gone missing. My life a cinquain Tarot of the Crone---2 of Swords---What have I been thinking? What could be my second thought? |
| Woden's Day Allfather who art in heaven, hallowed be this hump day. The wreckage of the week half passed awaits the weekend's siren call. They say you are a god of poetry and magick. Please send me some fragments of both. I am sorry your good eye remains swollen. Do you still cry salty tears? Dark Goddess Tarot-I--ISIS--Magician---see what needs to be seen, do what needs to be done |
| Belly Laugh A laugh is better than a rant. Saturday Night Live knows that comedy often bests tyranny. Lenny Bruce, Dick Gregory, George Carlin knew the world might fall apart from a dirty, funny word. But I am an activist, not a humorist. I whistle in the dark tilting at patriarchal dragons, military installations. The rot at our government's core gnaws at my bones. I follow a thread of deep discontent. I can be broken with a touch But in the silence I hear the ring of deep belly laughs in the land. Dark Goddess Tarot--BAUBO--Siren of Earth---a laugh is better than a rant. |
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