Opening wide to receive
living things
brown, green
vining ivy
insect, leaf
chipping paint flake by flake.
Controlling fire to inspire
ecosystem restorations
ember, ash
decaying flora
disease, grass
prescribing burns to heal damage.
Sweeping earth to undress
prehistoric foundations
spiral, fossil
drilling bits
oil, sludge
propagating roots in substratum.
Listening to post-punk dream pop
thinking about you
think you don’t deserve my time
and not this music
but on the chorus I get warm
thinking about you
think you’ve the sweetest smile
pretty alligator crocodile
thinking about you
think you are a guaranteed lizard
diamond eyed reptile
listening to neo-psychedelia alt
thinking about you
think you’re still on my mind
and tip of tongue
but I’m on neither of yours.
Moth burned by candle flame
mammoth jaw snapped tight
I can’t tell friend from foe
you’ve done in my head tonight.
Tongue tied with ribbon
throat choked by pink bows
I can’t tell master from slave
you’ve done in my head ages ago.
888537605 ghosts haunted dreams
888537605 dreams slipped away
I can’t tell heaven from hell
you’ve done in my head today.
Song bird whistled tunes
vulture picked roadkill clean
I can’t tell high from low
you’ve done in my head it seems.
Emptied of prescription prayer
this vessel runneth over
with questions.
Titrated down step by step
this systems clean, pure
feeling fresh.
Which narcotics best regulate
my chemical reactions?
Asking for a friend,
not so I may avoid them.
Covered, my mirror is sealed
this may be a last reflection
before repossession.
Spiraled into manic thinking
this depression is frightening
if it means no more me
without me.
Spitting out your seed
binging on watermelon wine
devouring this sugar baby
‘cause I’m ripe, juicy, tasty.
My has-been undercover lover
still marking territory on exes
your wet spots soaking through
thin cotton front lines.
I’ve a fat lip swelling
an anaphylactic reaction
to the napalm.
I’ve a hot welt rising
in the shape of your hate
across my backside.
Why are you returning
when there’s nothing
left between us
‘cept the green rind?
I never want to forget how it feels to have been so hungry that I was willing to starve.
Hello and welcome to July! I hope you are well and finding joy often! Occasionally, I’ve decided to check in with either a blog post here or vlog update on my YouTube channel.
Our senior dog, HoneyCake, is experiencing a major decline. It leaves her confused at times, is negatively impacting her health, and has turned her sleep patterns upside down. This, of course, affects ours too. In addition, my own chronic illness and fatigue has left me a bit wiped out.
My productivity is at an all time low. This isn’t a complaint, merely my current reality. In the meantime, I will continue to do every thing in my power to alleviate my fur baby’s distress, make her comfy, and shower her with love and affection.
Update: As of the editing of this post, Honeycake has dramatically improved much to our relief and happiness. We accept that our time is limited and are soaking in these extra moments with her.
Continue reading “June 2025 Reflections”This is a no commentary unboxing of the Kickstarter campaign for the Cave of Sybil Oracle & and add-on (Ritual Tarot) by Tiera May. I received this highly anticipated package today & decided to share a quick peek. Both decks are glorious!
If interested in obtaining a copy for yourself, please visit Tiera May’s Website at http://www.tieramay.com.
I like to make playlists. I have playlists for writing, sleeping, cleaning, bad moods, good moods. I edit and delete them often. I am a fickle beast.
This is the link to my current favorite playlist. It’s a mix of poetry and music. I add to it infrequently. Enjoy.
I first became interested in the Tarot over twenty five years ago. I picked up a copy of the RWS at a tiny metaphysical shop located on the outskirts of my college campus.
I remember lingering over a small collection of tarot decks. I scooped up the cheapest pack feeling rebellious and a bit nervous. Up until that moment, I’d only seen cards being used by fortune tellers in movies and television shows.
The death, tower, and devil cards were always dramatically thrown onto the table. Foreboding music ended the scene while the querent’s eyes bulged with terror as an audible gasp slipped between their lips.
Continue reading “Tarot Books: A Collection Of My Favorites”
Carmilla Dawn 