Morgue*
lightening up my
morgue, pounds of associations, cut
mined, succinct
* In reference to a collection of images, magazines, papergoods, etc used in collage art, just saying
Morgue*
lightening up my
morgue, pounds of associations, cut
mined, succinct
* In reference to a collection of images, magazines, papergoods, etc used in collage art, just saying
A comparison of the traditional Rider Waite Tarot cards to four modern-day decks (Daughter's of the Moon, Tarot of Transformation, Osho Zen Tarot and The Tarot of Transformation) demonstrates how the Tarot is an integrated tool for holistic health that offers insights for personal growth and transcendance through the use of symbols, archetypes, and allegories. It's a sweet little primer, check it out. Mystic Alarm Clock
Wake up at five a.m, notice
The neighbors bathroom lights
Through the bedroom window
Covers thrown back
Another sweaty night
Reflected in the bathroom mirror
The other neighbors’ backyard
Colored fairy lights twinkle
Maybe there's a party
What if I walked over
In my frumpy pajamas
They'd say
Hey hot stuff!
Going down the stairs
Street lights through stain glass
Cast ghostly rainbows
Shadows of crystals
Glow in the dark stars
Lead the way
Onto the cool porch
Only to be bathed by the
Fluorescent motion detector
Run into the kitchen, flip
The switch
Step into the yard
Sweat finally cooling on skin
Damp grass beneath feet
Sound of surf
Blissful love light
Full moon in Leo
Winter curtains open
To catch the first drop of sunlight
Curl up with green tea
A cat on either side
Watch the dawn
Listen for hummingbirds
The honking of geese
Right at eight a.m sharp
Sunbeam pierces
My eyeball
Move the clothes pin
Back into place
Time to start the day
The Adventures of Baby MoonI'm not mainstream
Sometimes all the politicizing
Just makes me want to scream
They're trying to control our bodies
Trying to control our minds
With social media and TV shows
And laws that are just unkind
I'm on the edge of screaming
On the edge of rage
Need a little nonviolent communication
Some way to turn the page
I'm on the edge of the circle
Reaching out my hands
Connecting with other women
All across the lands
Connecting with the people of color
Connecting with the men's too
Connecting with all the fabulous queers
Connecting with the Jews.
They can say we're all radicals
They can say we're all unhinged
But we're weaving a stronger tapestry
And they're only see the fringe