Narcisse

It really does all boil down to this

Resuscitated courtly love

I’m the luminescent center of creation

Fixate all your longing upon me,

The unattainable ideal

Aloof and ethereal

Above and beyond you

And committed to another

Don’t flirt with your co-workers

Don’t cultivate a social life that would dare to cast me to the periphery

Of your waking consciousness

Don’t masturbate on glossy pages

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The Old Bone Goddess

"Bone Woman, Crone Woman" art featuring "a harvest of bones" by artist Joan Riise. Now in my personal collection.

“Bone Woman, Crone Woman” multimedia art piece featuring “a harvest of bones” by artist Joan Riise. Now in my personal collection.

 

Clickety-clack

 

Ah, delicious autumn,

I rattle its bones before your windowpane

Step outside in the shudder-filled evenings

Let your lungs lap up the sepulchral air

My nostrils quiver as I inhale and exhale

Lush, pungent smell of earth and old tombstones

I rise from the dolmen, and my children

Rise with me

Exiting my womb/tomb

This is the season of feasting

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Animus et Anima

“I balance my masculine and feminine sides.”–Louise Hay, Daily Affirmation for Nov. 7, 2014 

Animus et Anima

I can get wasted

but I’m not a sloppy drunk

whirling vortices command

that I expend linear-logic thinking

tenacious tendrils

that can’t be shaken off

Irrespective of that rectal contraction

that last thread of shit

dangles so perniciously

buttocks not the bowl

 

You’re that spider that lurks inside

the crevice

You’re that particle of food

trapped between my vagina dentata

undigested mealworms

I see past glazed truths

How did I get here?
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An Ode to Computer Spell Checkers

By way of editorial comment: I wish I could take credit for this gem, but I have no idea who wrote it. Of course, there’s no substitute for having human eyes–preferably more than one set–proofread through a piece before its publication/dissemination. I am amazed at the level of egregious typos I see in quality books these days. I think my biggest pet peeve, because I’ve been seeing it so often, including in a Pagan anthology I am currently reading, is the erroneous equation of the word “tenant” with “tenet.” The author means to use the word “tenet” as in listing one’s beliefs, but instead invariably makes her sentence misleadingly about rent by using the word “tenant” instead, good Gods! As a former college English professor and book editor who now earns her daily bread in marketing communications, all I can do is shake my Virgo head sadly. Okay, rant over–enjoy the anonymously written poem!

“An Ode to Computer Spell Checkers”

Author Unknown

 

I halve a spelling chequer

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North Sea Nostrum

By way of editorial comment: For the love of “Beowulf,” “The Wanderer,” “The Seafarer,” and “The Dream of the Rood”! I loved my undergraduate studies of Old English poetry so much that I wanted to study, in graduate school, linguistics courses on Old English grammar and the History of the English language (welcome to HEL…who, incidentally is one of my favorite Old Norse goddesses, as I explain in this series of posts). This poem is my homage to the Anglo-Saxon forebears of the language we all speak and take for granted every day and their wonderfully elegaic sensibilities and warrior ethos. One of my favorite Old English poetic devices is the use of the kenning–see how many you can spot in my poem,

North Sea Nostrum

The spray of salt tinges the air along this whale-road

Limpets and lichens cling to bleak black rocks

Protruding like the teeth of giants

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