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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? |
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 |
Peace Of course I want world peace But I mostly pray for personal peace for my soul, my family, my friends. I build my altars to the Old Gold Woman, Madonna of the Flowers, Kwan Yin, Durga, Mother Earth. Here every molecule spins ecstasy and every fugitive desire bears fruit, and we know the better angels of our being. Here, our hearts are a confluence of a thousand wild roses. 12 lines Pholarchos Tarot---3--Empress----ecology not theology |
Rot I am not the walrus but I am the pumpkin left to rot in the ground. Perhaps the maggots will come to devour and eat me creating good compost. Perhaps my seeds will sprout and become volunteers to make magickal pies. Finally, this seeker will resonate with earth and become a relic. The Herbal Tarot--8 of Swords---Black Cohosh---Wait and trust. Prompt:: Pumpkin Form---a hafnium--periodic element 72---my poem contains 12 lines of 6 syllables =72 syllables. I created this form for my 72nd birthday tomorrow. |
Alleyways I grew up in a row house with alleys in the backyards connecting houses We used the alleyways for hide n seek, they were always full of children's laughter. They have alleys in Palestine, do the children still play hide n seek? Does the bougainvillea still climb to the sky, are all the alleyways char and ash? In Gaza do the veiled women gather in alleyways to keen and grieve? Are their cries muffled by the sounds of war? Is the only noise in the alleyway silence? 14 lines Haindl Tarot--16--The Tower--Death and destruction |
Ecology not Theology I woke up happy for no reason today sensing the eye of every species on me. Embraced by a community of beings our dialogue expands, deepens, nourishes. I hold space for forest, leaf, fox, bear, eagle and take plants to my brow, they speak in pictures. There is a place for every language but mine. Mushrooms deliquesce to black inky liquid as galaxies implode, arise, and shapeshift. Something lurks beyond grammar, beyond logic. My dreams are happy for no reason tonight. 11 lines form: Hendecasyllabic Pholarchos Tarot--20 Judgement--ecology not theology |
Legacy Real witches always live at the edge of town, my great great Granny had written down for the non magickal you must confound. You must always have chocolate around for it shall erase anyone's frown. Keep a kitty, orange, black and brown one that speaks to you without a sound. When you bake muffins, add spices you've ground and you will become a witch of renown. Great Grammy Jo's spirit is now unbound. In non-ordinary reality she wears a crown. 11 lines Form: monorhyme prompt words: chocolate, kitty, muffin Haindel Tarot--Mother of Cups---Reconnect to your matriarchal line. |