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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?  |
| Election Jitters The amygdala is a tiny brain part that controls fear, anxiety, loathing, emotions chained directly to our hearts. This election season with traumas floating the Constitution, freedom, dDemocracy has people of good faith worrying. Tricks, dirty deeds, and conspiracy theories multiply in the air, bad bacteria. My amygdala is overwrought, weary. I will cast a spell on my amygdala to dampen, tamp down, and quiet this drama. 11 lines prompt;:write a terza rima Dark Goddess Tarot--Seven of Fire--Durga--defend your rights and the rights of others |
| Skippy I didn't set a place for you at my dumb supper on Samhain. I didn't put your favorite treats in your shiny bowl. My other beloved dead had their places of honor. But that night you bounded in anyway. I heard your scratching and felt your sighs. I should have known that out here on the fringes all our loved ones are sometimes, not human. Next year, bring the cat. 15 lines Prompt: a puppy in a ghost costume with a jack o lantern Dark Goddess Tarot--Maman Brigitte---Dance with your ancestors |
| Joy You ask me why I go to the woods, I go to breathe with the trees. I look for signs but only find overwhelming joy. You ask me why I go to the garden. I go to whirl among the stones. I look for metamorphosis but only find unspeakable joy. 14 lines prompt: overwhelming joy Pholarchos Tarot--7 of Coral--Amongst heaps of curios, here is a choice dictated by your soul requirements. |
| Marrow Bones are not hollow but filled with marrow. I scrub these beef bones and roast a shimmer of olive oil a glitter of sea salt then spoon the unctuous center unto crusty bread more oil, dipping spices a red wine that's still under the radar. The Barefoot Contessa has nothing on me. 13 lines prompt: a poem about a food you love The Cooks Tarot--9 of Pentacles--think about what makes you happy. |
| Hurricane Helene the blade goes in the earth, against the storm it all smells of salt and rain ancient ways, modern pain Form: Kimo Dark Goddess Tarot--Hag of Fire--Maman Brigitte--Dance with your ancestors |
| September 23, 2024 On this fall Monday I do not need Donald Drumpf to protect me. I make my own cup of tea. I have never gone strictly by the book and won't start now. My rage is three howls long and my heart and limbs quiver with anger. I do not have to be somebody's something. 12 lines; prompt: use the words Monday, fall, book, tea Dark Goddess Tarot--4 of Earth--the Sphinx--How you define your life, limits your life. |
| Strange Loops On a rainy day I cannot see the sun or stars though they are there in Grandmother Spider's web. I am enmeshed in this dance of creation of strange spiral loops with no end, no beginning. I am witness to this tidy prison. But there is freedom and there is love. 13 lines prompt: a rainy day Dark Goddess Tarot--Stars--Spider Woman--sense the pattern that exists behind the senses |
| White Pumpkins A dumb supper for Samhain, my birthday. Black tablecloths, white pumpkins a river of sorrows in my kitchen. I invite my friends that passed this year. In the silence I may hear then whisper, "We are not gone, just away." "It is not cruel to say, we will meet again, as dust on white pumpkins." 14 lines Prompt: white pumpkins The Cook's Tarot--20--Judgement---move forward into a state of grace |
| Happy Birthday writing.com Writing.com called me and I answered with story and poem, heartache and bliss, thunder and memory, and leaping nano particles. Happy Birthday to all the beings here. My arms cradle you, my breath whispers prayers of grace to you. That is how we roll in writing.com world. 12 lines prompt: poem for writing.com birthday The Cook's Tarot---6 of Cups-"-Poetry and Hums aren't things you get, they're things which get you."----Winnie the Pooh |
| taking up space on the mothership I love my face in the morning no teeth, bed head, the day dawning. Just a baby-faced naked clown, I refuse to put myself down. Crow's feet, double chin, smile and frown lines I embrace. You just see an old, old woman, I love my face. I love my body at nighttime, uncoiled tension, full recline. What dreams may come I do not know. Ghosts, phantasms, nightmares come , go.. I am an ecotone, a swamp witch, swamp molly. Flaccid arms, flabby belly, I love my body. 12 lines Form and prompt: wrapped refrain Pholarchos Tarot--6 of Spirals--there is space in the heart to hold all things |
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