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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? ![]() |
Time A bounty of time allows the mind to wander, to enter stories beyond control of the algorithm. A plenitude of time exists to serve us apart from the state of nations, away from carrying the world on our shoulders. An abundance of time is medicinal. Time to step away from the screen. 13 lines prompt: time Haindl Tarot--VII--The Chariot--steer your own course |
Into the Woods I went deep into the woods today, further than I have ever been. I flung away the ridiculously heavy, sweaty red velvet hooded cloak. I stood naked as Eve before Jehovah told her it was shameful. I had forgotten the bliss of my own skin. I began to roar, nay HOWL. I felt prickles on my scalp. The mother wolves joined my chorus. I will never believe that old, damn fairytale again. 15 lines prompt: an image of ridinghood and the wolf Animal Speak--Wolf--Trust your own instincts. |
| Harvest Moon 2025 My rag top is down this night open to moon and sky and the stars, singing and bright. It is my makeshift sukkah a celebration of delight. My fidgeting and fluttering memories are slinking and stretching to make right my ancestral, feral cry: "Make me good soil tonight!". 9 lines Form: Magic 9 Dark Goddess Tarot--XVII--Stars--Spider Woman--Small things hold the Earth to Heaven. |
Yom Kippur 2025 With luck I will return to the place of my last dream and will find it is the place of my first dream. With luck I will wake raw and unadorned, atoned, shriven born into a blameless world. This is no catastrophe. It is beginner's luck. 14 lines prompt: write a poem about luck Dark Goddess Tarot--0--Fool--Sheila Na Gig--Dare to come back to where you began. |
Rosh Hashana 2025 I am strung between isolation and kinesis. So much I do not care about: celebrity, ambition, rap. I want my hands to scrape tree bark to brush sparrow wings, my speech, to sound of b-a-bb-l-ing waters. It is Rosh Hashana, a New Year, fecund with possibility. I will not be exiled. 14 lines Prompt: write a poem about possibilities Author's Note: this is a tungsten poem, created by me. 74 syllables, Tungsten is the 74th element of the periodic table I will be 74 on Halloween. Pholatchos Tarot--Dreamer of Wings--celebrate your birthday at the opposite end of the year |
September 15, 2025 It's International Democracy Day as ours slides away. I am not on the fence about Charlie Kirk, a man I didn't know and now recoil at half-mast flags flying for him. I finally grasp that Freedom's tower has fallen. Liberty slips, my heart shatters inside my bone cave. There will never be a New Eden. 13 lines--13 stars prompt: something that will always be out of reach Dark Goddess Tarot--XVI--Destruction--Kali--Illusions, whether cherished or not, shatter. |
| STENCH There is but one thing of real value--to cultivate truth and justice, and to live without anger in the midst of lying and unjust men. Marcus Aurelius Democracy turns to fascism step by secret step. Eat the rich people shout but that won't stop our demolished freedoms crumbling. What legacies are we leaving? Can you smell the stench of the lies? In the morning I rise shaking. Existential dread floods my chest. I am not an immigrant. I am married, and straight. I am past child bearing age. But I am afraid and tremble for all. What scam justice is this? Do you smell the stench of his lies? So I go to the rivers and I go the trees. I pray to the stars and search for good omens. I rise to protest and sleep if I can. I can smell the stench of their lies. 23 lines prompt: Write a poem in the BOP form. Gaian Tarot--15--Devil--Bindweed--Someone is playing power games,resulting in domination and control. |
Ragnorak Every day now is the birthday of the end times. This great green orb we live on is roasting. Our faith in humanity wanes as a burnt out stub of democracy remains. But our Mother's ruby heart still beats as we inch to annihilation. GAIA roars and calls giants and chthonic monsters. Don't worry, it's all a cycle. At the end of destruction the world is saved, renewed by scraps of softness. That's Her birthday present. 17 lines prompt: write about a birthday or anniversary celebration The Dark Goddess Tarot--Ace of Earth--Gaia--The Earth gives birth to giants. |
| {size:5 Morning I go outside at daybreak to kiss the ground with my feet, to let the photons of the sun scrub my rods and cones. In my tiny garden I create a runway for birds, butterflies, a 101 crawling beings. I push my fingers into the dirt. I hunt for moss. Already, the daytime veil is lifting. I know not what tears may come today. I will not quaver. I will dance. 17 lines prompt: use the words kiss, daybreak and tear in a poem The HerbCrafter's Tarot--13--Death--Marigold--Delight in your beautiful moments. |
I Remember I remember love though the cards dealt early were tough, I was dense with love. I remember love and send it now like a signal spiraling to family and friends a shallow enemy or two. Love was all there was when the creation's shell cracked open. At the end the only rule is that there still is love. And I will remember. 16 lines prompt: title I Remember Pholarchos Tarot--Queen of Spirals--Protect what you hold dear. |