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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?  |
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. |
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And I absolutely love getting a glimpse into how people's minds & inspiration work - who'd've thought you'd end up with a lovely piece about a bird from a picture of a restaurant 
This is the type of free verse that in my opinion suits Shadows & Light.