Red

It is not as if,
I could never trust you again.
It is that I could never trust,
the part of myself that would.
I always believed in a version
of you that was a bit better,
it was, I thought, generosity,
a choice to see your best self,
and then you made it stupid.

No.
You didn't make my trust stupid.
That's not fair. I was just stupid;
that's Red's correction, here. I
must own the stupidity of believing
something so fucking delusional,
but doing it all over again, that
would be an invitation.

Red will never again allow it,
such foolishness, willful blindness.
I see now that you were always
the one who is before me.
The mirror is broken, and I
am the better for it. I've explored
the corpse, the skeleton of it
having been revealed, the contorted
bones that always were the
armature upon which I hung
my hopes, desires, those
were the fleshy bits upon which
the hagfish fed. Nothing so
insubstantial remains.

I believed. In the good intentions,
of others. Thanks to you, I now
know better. Never again.
Red will be the gatekeeper.

No Fucks Given

"The hag could be dead." For all we know. Nobody would give much of a shit.

Mistake Misses Missed

she stood up. She wanted to move toward me. She thought she'd take my life but she was wrong. She had been shot through the heart. He stopped and stared at me. He was the one who let her in the door, the one who made the fatal mistake. "I carried her," he said. "Brought her in." He was crushed. It had been a mistake.

In Blue Under Mars and Saturn

I sit on the bed
 in the blue room
Mars meets Saturn,
the moon, waning,
 in a velvet sky,
and I, in the blue,
in my solitude,
 I sit on my bed,
 and drink to you.
 This was not your vision,
which had me forlorn.
 I've claimed my power,
 and here, in my blue,
my bed, there's no more you.

At the Corner in the Darkness

Through the darkness of futures past,  

The magician longs to see,  

One chants out, between two worlds,
walk with me,

Endonia, it's a lovely night,

Chthonia, to bring your spirits,

Arkuia, to spin a web, la red.

Hecate, tis a lovely time,

to bring your dead and wolves,

and spin your web in time

in this place.

Come giant Hekate.

Dogs bark in the night in

greeting, and every spirit here

stirs, and the night shines dark,

and we look to your three faces,

Medeousa, Panopaia, Oistroplaneia.

Hecate. I wish to know.

Endonia, it's a lovely night,

a good time to show yourself,

Chthonia, to bring your spirits,

Arkuia, to spin a web, la red.

Hecate, tis a lovely time,

to bring your dead and wolves,

and spin your web in time

in this place.

Come, giant Hekate

Dogs bark in the night in

greeting, and every spirit here

stirs, and the night shines dark,

and we look to your three faces,

Medeousa, Panopaia, Oistroplaneia.

Hecate. I wish to know.

Kore, hear, you who’ve parted

gates of steel unbreakable.

o Artemis, who, too,

were once protectress,

mighty one, mistress,

who burst forth from the earth,

dog-leader, all-tamer,

crossroad goddess, triple-headed,

bringer of light, august

virgin, I call you fawn-slayer,

crafty, o infernal one,

and many formed.

Come, Hekate, goddess of three ways,

who with your fire-breathing phantoms

have been allotted dreaded roads and harsh

enchantments.

Hekate I call you with those who have

died without a wife and children,

hissing wildly, yearning in their hearts

“(but others say, “with forms of winds”).

Fire, walk with me.

Newflash Hotline

;
Time to start ringin' that hotline,
Like it hot, make it hot, it's hot in here,
that line, so pitchers flow,
like ya used to do,
cause I'm keeping tabs on you.
Little birds and omens all have their work.
They flash and sizzle.
Time for a newsflash.

Ecstasy

Swan, Ecstasy, winging through thick blue, of bluest sky, blue eyes coming for you. She don't mess around, Ecstasy, like an arrow she flies, her word is silence. Words would only confuse the essence. Her word explodes a million worlds at once, reality far beyond words. Ecstasy is dancing at a funeral, every minute of every hour, she's lost control, never needed. Fly, swan. Golden rain, perfection, ecstasy.

Speak of the Devil -- Lucifer Appears

These are the omens now.

Dream Me

Did you dream last night
of snakes biting
Dream your destruction
don't bother to run
you're mine
Discarded, true,
but I've a game to play
with you
I'll smile all the while.

Schargil

Arcs sizzle etheric charge

symbols swarm electric buzz

power zing building bright

velocity sing searing light

mercury machine slip switch

hermes message trip witch

anubis tricks turn on 

word sent word received 

channels clear and hum
now.

Third Time-- Charmed

Thrice in dark hour,

the call went out.

Hecate at the crossroads, 

opens the spirit-way. 

Past, present, future, 

a face for each, 

and those are snakes, 

gathered about her, 

hounds alert, she commands-

become. The souls

gather, ready to speak, 

tell the secrets that we seek. 

Dark is her gown, 

stars, her crown, earth her

throne, all worlds, home.

Hecate at the crossroads, 

thrice the charm. 

Life begins. 

Glitter Bomb

 In the dark I stood, turning
under a spangled sky,
 invocation.
 The magician longs to see,
 and omens gather,
 bright as the pleiades,
 see the red.
 The curse comes to fruition,
and you can't go back.
 The message is received,
 now may you think on the missive and the nova.

Summer

The dog days,
 sky turn above,
 days of sun,
these are the ones that bring it back
Many waters here run
Mars advances in Sagittarius
 toward a meeting when
Saturn will finally render what is due.

Sappho

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, the time is going by and I recline alone.
The sinking moon has left the sky,
The Pleiades have also gone.
Midnight comes--and goes, the hours fly
And solitary still, I lie.
The Moon has left the sky,
Lost is the Pleiads' light;
It is midnight,
And time slips by,
But on my couch alone I lie.
J. A. Symonds, 1883.

Monster's Dead

She has a new dress, new shoes,
new jewels, the black mansion, it rains
gold, time to fly. Time anew, renew,
the monster's dead as hecate cut off its
head.

Signs on the Way to the New Becoming Now

 The ordinary takes on dimensions
before unimagined.
 The omens align with starpath.
Day, blooming,
and night, spangled
and crossroads awake.
It is a white card,
day.

Hecate

A Saturday, Today

You're going to reap just what you sow 
I know you say it isn't so, 
But pay attention and soon you'll know
Oh, what a perfect day
A fine day to die. 

Editing

The way it worked out
needed revision. So she
cut the parts that happened
wrong, and wrote it anew.

Some characters are no
longer needed. Red, Black,
and Blue.

Ascend Now

Her eyes are nothing like the sun,
 calling Herr Jung, someone lost a shadow,
she's out there wandering with bad ideas,
and steely words and other weapons.
Her dreams are for hunting.
She's not in Kansas any more.
She made a door to step on through,
so call her on the other side.
Spirits and the dead, they write
the headlines now, but they always did.

Self-Lit

Standing, as ever, on the volcano,
and gazing skyward,
the star that descended,
to see itself descend and to self-
witness self-immolation, this
creature becomes what it always
has been.

Red

Red has little to say,
sees her hands slick with blood,
the assholes need to pay.
Red is a rage in steel,
a blade to make you
know just how it feels.
You need to hear her out,
it isn't complicated,
she'll just rip your guts out.
You clearly didn't see this
coming. Not during hagfucking.
but hagfuckers beware,
red is here to bait the snare.
The face you see is blue,
but red's behind those eyes
and her new life is the
end of you.

Mandala is a Door

Open it.
Open a door right here
to elsewhere
then elsewhere is here

Galaxy

Ritual continues speeding up
taking in matter, light,
Stars seeded long ago achieve
critical mass, intent congeals,
I've the stars in my eyes,
of the galaxies in my mind,
of the web of light that grows,
begun years since
I couldn't stop it now if I wished,
The alchemy swirls round this
Black Mansion making all that's
course into gold and silver, a
spark to make all new.
One sparks another,
we glow.

Peyote, Dark Earth, Cosmic Sky

And Wendy Wants to Go Too

Down, Down, Down.

While I do downward dog, 

the hag sisters do downward slog. 

Flush. I'll smile, Wendy, and
now it's time. To the pain. 

Hag

So strange and greedy to confound a man.
They are all so stupidly wanting validation,
that they don't notice your eyes are long-cancelled.

\

Morning

Stretch, breath, flow.
And every single thing,
becomes part of the ritual.

A Glamour to Enchant

She walks in splendor,
slipping quick-silver.
All that shimmers in day
and night, meet in her
aspect, and shining eyes.
The sleeper is awakened.

Food of the Gods

Pizza predicted.
I advise avoiding the book.

This is Not a Sad Song

They should have been
a horde of eyeless cockroaches,
scavenging batshit on
the floors of sunless caves.
The sleeper awakened
to wail beneath a waning moon,
filagrees the stars with doom.
To be or not to be
a witch
was never a question,
with another answer,
such is outrageous fortune.
Thus I wake to dream,
and sleep to wake,
eyes flashing and
hair afloat.
Having opened the
arteries to loose this
river of blood, there is
No Turning back.
That wail is now a howl.

Dark Basement of the Soulless

I dreamt I was on the top floor in a building of three stories when my husband said that we should take the elevator to the basement. I stepped in with him and the doors closed on the sunlit space we'd been in and then reopened to concrete cubical, murkily lit. There were a few people there. "We have to go back up," I said, but he didn't answer. I asked a woman how she got there. How to get out. Her words came out garbled, wrong-ordered, with record scratch interruptions and white noise intermissions. She didn't know how she got. Didn't know here. Didn't remember. Was up? Where?

I went back to the elevator and the doors opened. Inside was dark and in the dark were two human shapes that were still darker. I was terrified to step inside. My husband said to get in with those things, which, I was sure, were clothed in human skin. From different people. I refused.

Robo-fish

Make lines with
hooks, designed
for toil and trouble,
pretty words for
drawing bait,
work in something
explosive, just
for fun. Cast.
Swim.

Lost and Found

filigree of trade winds
and the horizon awash in ocean scent
clouds white as lace circling the pepper trees
even as the universe continues to expand, 
galaxies, speeding up toward infinity
the film is finished. Never finished. 
This far into the river we may as well continue
memory died when their photos 
weather-worn points of
billion-light-years-old light of dead stars reflected in
polluted water under the trees in the mist shadow 
of boys by the daybreak 
in the peony fields 
cold lost marbles 
in the room carnations 
little blue-eyes-twilight grins 
rose tornado, the dogs are quiet.

Cut

This Date

In the time of Saturn and Mars,
girls eat morning,
Pearls for eyes, and iridescence,
 as the gold accumulates,
star blazing but
 She read the stories beyond lines. . . .
The endings implied by the omens,
 so many small pieces in time, building--
toward an unalterable conclusion
freedom. The signs are there,
 make one The Scientists formed in the stance. . .
HER feet at?
Morning
the thunderous

 Cut-in with Burroughs,