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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? |
Meet Me at the Castle Meet me at the castle, St. Teresa's interior one, no dragons please. Bring your best tattered self, come in drag if you like, paint your face with flecks of gold. There is no out there, only in here. Born after 1945, Oppenheimer's gifting gives you tiny amounts of Carbon-14. We are radioactive, glittering. But this , this is Barbie land, sparkling and pink, moonlight and starshine. We can be anything here. So, meet me at the castle. 15 lines The HerbCrafter's Tarot--20--Tulsi--Awakening---Devotion to your calling is devotion to your world. |
Summer Haze It's too hot to be this stupid. Climate change is real folks, a spillage that devours claims to fixed names. A glimmer is not a trigger but the sidewalks shimmer with heat. Laborers and homeless crumble and wither. Monstrous storms brew off the coast of Africa. The kids start school on Thursday and pray for hurricane days. The electric bill keeps rising despite the kirtan of ceiling fans. Thoughts are muddled. Is it a fever, creeping mold or just the summer haze? HerbCrafter's Tarot---12--The Hanged One--Burdock---Let go of control. Lasting change takes time. |
HOME Weaving my own wings I wend my way home not to a place but a portal of magickal birds and a gift of air. I undo the twist of rope around my neck, call in the nightingale's song. Ravens spring from my tears, prayer flags unfurl, I am ready to fly. 12 lines Pholarchos Tarot-- 7 of Wings---Weave your own wings, what are they made of? |
Barbie Barbie dolly pretty in pink shrink wrapped clap trap making you think Form: Brevee Dark Goddess Tarot-Three of Water--Mami Wati---shake, shimmy, dance |
Brave New World--apologies to Aldous Huxley We will be brave embrace our pain cry and shine stray from the crafty line that only humans matter. We will escape the trap of the anthropocene settle in the cracks of slime molds, fungi, leopards. We will watch our worries sparkling anxieties drain away. We will trim AI to a nubbin. 13 lines Pholarchos Tarot--10--Wheel of Fortune--Throw the dice, I Ching coins, read the runes, pick a card. |
Poetry Week poems are made by fools like me storytellers create potions on the road fashioned out of dreams out of time and mind solutions and fostering revolutions conjoining heart and head and hand an ascending absolution raise your voice, sing loud, take a stand Form: Huitain 8 lines The HerbCrafter's Tarot--Abeuelita of Air--Oregano--Declare your truth loudly and without fear |
Manifestation I dreamed a fantasy bird six feet long dropping three perfect white feathers woke with one on my pillow 4 lines Sibyls Oraculum--Sapiential--Wisdom----Wisdom is evolution |
Christmas/Yule in July New gods are born in the cracks and crevices, not the shallows where the light gets in. So a spell for Yule of damp, dim words. I believe in the night, even as the light returns. Mother Night split me, make me twitch with pain and joy. I answer your call to my shattered mind. I will hold your gaze for as long as I dare. Sibyls Oraculum--Castitate--Purity--Initiate yourself into the Mysteries |
Ten Again A black hole invaded my brain, my body became a child's. Molecules of hearing in red, the paraterranean. Young again, open potentials, a soundtrack of politics. Anarchy, a perfect solution. Young and old meld in Divine union. Form: Troiseme 11 lines Gaian Tarot--Child of Air---Learn new things by keeping an open mind and heart |
An Ovi Prayer May you find springs of deepest rest And know all your desires blessed and downy feathers for your nest. This is the symbiocene. We are past the anthropocene of only humans and their mien. Plants, animals , rocks, winds all seen and Earth spinning with hope and mirth. Authors Note: The anthropocene indicates an age the is human centric. The symbiocene indicates an age where all creation is the center. The HerbCrafter's Tarot--8of Water--Valerian--Herbs, moonlight, flowers, and a sleeping cat. |