These were the cards I dealt

the night I was falling

down another hole,

plus that over the top,

melodramatic, Ten of Swords.


Like a dead leaf on a chain

I prepared for The Bardo.

The Hanged Man a rush of blood to the head,

The Priestess higher than I was low

and a X of blades in the back.


But all in all it was needed medicine

and between the shadow and the light

I confessed myself free,


as me.






I moon the night with prophesies.

Do you hear her in my voice,

The Oracle?


My nest is full of tiny bones and skulls

and i will read your secret name with them

should you ask me for a song.


and bring me





The key is offered 


in honour. 


The angel of paradox


reveals everything 


and nothing.


I confess I am useless


at riddles, 


crossword puzzles 


and games with egg-timers,


so it’s all up to you now.


The key is offered 


in grace.


I made it so but


that doesn’t mean


I get it.




she knew immediately

the symbolism, the references,

the memory, the confession.


there are people in my life

who know more about me than I do.

I make my confessions to them.

more a gentle summer breeze really

a mere puff of air

the sounds of each letter of my disclosure

a balmy zephyr marshmallow

melting on my tongue


but it's her hand that touches me

a cat's paw on my skin

a compass pointing to the silent passages

between the sound of each letter

of my disclosure



veiled whispers reversed

Putti lobotomized

trees wither

language crumbles




beware  straight black lines

she said

and listen


to the poetry

of clouds


birds fly upside down

through the smudged charcoal

of falling ash

Time cracks open




a mad man

now wears the crown

oh say,

don't you hear

the old gods





I am your winter bush

I am cold but I can light your fire

My body is open but

my heart is a ball of snow



I am Alpha and Omega

Child of Time, illusion of love

I touch you with red burn of ice

and the silver rose



Look deeper than confess

I am never my words

I am always almost spring

I am the winter of your discontent.


spirit bird child

learning to fly

will you dance a dance with me

across the sky