Even if ye not be of a mind to Tarot, read these by Anna and BJ

O Empress, What Primal Spark?
(this poem forthcoming in Fairy Tale Review)

Belief in an I a primal giver of griefs,
fever of gifts and giving yet. Grafts a shiver
if ever I like Demeter like taken away got back
barren and a barren land backed into.
Grows and grows fallacy in abundance skirt
gathering a silverer of prim rose up
rose-rose tuft I said what to it and it un-risen
why her symbol is
unleavened. I baked it from an invented
receipt. I bought it for the house to look
nicer than. I laid it just across
and lay in it and was kidnapped. Just
as planned I failed to lay it
womblike, failed just to womb.
One death to it then found my
self aloft, puissant and ruling over it in anger.
And some She can rear back in just the form
to untime me. I stay uniform
and you are near ready to be born, high
Magician of the really real. The unusual real.
The sensual all things of the proven realm under
stood as Primal, as the first and likeliest genitive.





















XXI The Universe

It was Orphic, equally
responsible and all star-
ry day shards.
Stubborn. It was
refusing any parent-
age. Star-
monster at play. No
one would ob-
ject, it was

certain.
Sentient, she was

a sentient
being damn it!
Not just snaky
leg and sort of slut-
ty on the ex-
terior. Struggle-
d with her main
form. Born reptil-
ian, somewhere
learned to walk

this way.
Coiled

loosely on the orb,
it was tell-
ing her circular, it was
afraid of the scissor-
pince-ers,

not for her.
Or both

a sheep rais-
ing tribe spun tight-
ly both egg both
wool both work-
ing equally hard for
power. Why not
just take an eye
out?