Poets of Heart’s Compass Tarot: A Reading
Poets of Heart’s Compass Tarot: A Reading Hosted by SDWI on Saturday March 20 4 pm PST / 5 pm MT / 7 pm EST *Free and open to the public Tarot cards, rich with story seeds, have inspired poetry […]
Poets of Heart’s Compass Tarot: A Reading Hosted by SDWI on Saturday March 20 4 pm PST / 5 pm MT / 7 pm EST *Free and open to the public Tarot cards, rich with story seeds, have inspired poetry […]
Self-love’s Ace of Cups Egret lands, folds outstretched wings Heart rests between flights. I wrote this tarot haiku years ago after watching an egret sail into view, land beside the bay, and fold his outstretched wings onto his …
Everywhere in nature I see invitations to go the distance as a writer and artist. Take this rose, bid by the sun to unfurl from center out, leaving in its spiral form and spectrum of …
For Songs of Survival, I am reading two poems, “Peer Counselor,” and “Opossum,” for the celebration of the anniversary of the MeToo movement at Awakenings Gallery in Chicago this coming Thursday, October 18, 2018 (go …
“Balance within my domain” (Angeles Arrien, The Tarot Handbook: Practical Applications of Ancient Visual Symbols) is how I experienced and lived my Two of Wands week (writing prompt for Two of Wands here). My dear …
Living my Eight of Disks week, I find myself in hibernation with my darling Flamingo writing group (though we will Come Out: we are appearing this coming Saturday for the first time as ourselves, The Flamingos, …
Living my Six of Disks week, I found my life magically aswirl with words—manuscripts by my various writing friends arrived in my inbox for me to read and I in turn sent out a first …
Old-growth tree-heart bared Ladder through concentric rings Body listening Living my Four of Disks week, I thought about the Thoth deck’s power image of the moat surrounding a simple castle structure with four square turrets, or towers. I …
Dusk rain on oil slick Heavens the street at our feet. Which sky hosts, you, me? All of last week I held the Rider Waite Smith Ten of Cups image in my mind, that sunny, happy image of …
I chase peacock’s tail-- Who can resist dawn’s dewed lawn, Trill of rainbow keen? Every heart has the capacity to be confused, lured by the “seven deadly sins”…or, to give them a gentler name, seven sisters (or brothers) …