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 a young […]
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 a young […]
Spectral fingerprints Spiral nebulae, body, Our DNA bared This week, contemplating last week's Nine of Cups tarot writing prompt, I visited the Griffith Observatory high above Los Angeles, venturing inside the museum with its photos of spiral nebulae, …
I leave you sated Moon’s silver bounty—weightless— Pearling heart’s satchel So why might a pilgrim leave a bounty behind to travel a new path as we saw in last week’s Eight of Cups prompt? Let’s say all your …
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) …
Your love friend, spins me Pollened slippers to the sky Handstands side-by-side. Remember that friend, like the one I remembered here, triggered by last week’s Six of Cups prompt? Did you climb trees together? Sneak out of bedroom windows …
Grief is a blue cloak Wicking tears from root-spilled cups Widow, turn: Friends wait. I was surprised a widow showed up in this Haiku for the last week's Five of Cups prompt. But certainly she belongs there. The indigo …
Did I make this cup? Behind potter’s door, kiln waits-- Lover of all forms. Behind this door, clay, studio, kiln, and the many pairs of hands choosing what to sculpt and fire co-mingle in rhythm of activity and …
Flying along the California coast from San Diego to Oakland, I am already paying the price mothers pay when they go off on a weekend writing retreat. Sitting on the runway, in concert with the …
Three incoming souls Siblings, they chose us, we them Such blind bravery Observing my life for Three of Cups experiences, last week’s synergy of three manifested in the joy of watching my three children interact playfully with one another. …
I’m in transition again, moving houses. Not solely due to the sale of our house in the woods prompting Tarot Haiku reflections, but due to an opportunity to move into a new house of my …