The rather knowledgeable and decidedly spiffy Yvonne Aburrow has issued a challenge to write an Occult Clerihew. In remembrance of the first conversation I had with her, I have chosen to respond with a whimsy upon the founder of the Church of Satan: The purveyor of ethical evil LaVey Liked his faith with a bit … Continue reading Mocking the Devil
Poetry
A Verse about Childhood
A reminder that they don't make nostalgia like they used to. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2eVMWh71SmE You might wonder if there is some message behind my sharing this poem now... but I couldn't possibly comment.
Sometimes You Follow the Ox
Truth is a cold coal Grasped from the heart of the fire Dead trees come alive
Season of the Cultist
Haiku are closely associated with Zen, a philosophy which suggests human life has no intrinsic elevated value and reality is not as most people perceive it. Although often rather less bleak in expression, this view of existence will be immediately recognizable to Lovecraft fans as very similar to cosmicism. So, as I like both haiku … Continue reading Season of the Cultist
WICKERPEDIA, ed. Kristin Garth & Nick Morrissey
Mixing perspectives on the power of belief, both good and bad, to shape lives with attempts to capture the experience of believing, the Garth and Morrissey create an experience as filled with poetry, awe, and horror as the films that inspired it. This anthology features twenty poems, five flash fictions, three articles, and two pieces … Continue reading WICKERPEDIA, ed. Kristin Garth & Nick Morrissey
National Poetry Day: Medusa by Louise Bogan
In celebration of National Poetry Day, a video of me reciting a poem of which I am fond: “Medusa” by Louise Bogan. (Words below for those who wish such) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWk5htU3XhU Medusa Louise Bogan I had come to the house, in a cave of trees, Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved,—a bell hung ready to strike, … Continue reading National Poetry Day: Medusa by Louise Bogan
Bonus Friday*
Today is apparently Grilled Cheese Sandwich Day. In the spirit of small joys, have a haiku: Sun on scorched fields Two children sitting in dust Watch a lizard dance *A US Grilled Cheese Sandwich is traditionally fried rather than grilled so today is a fry day.
Create Joy in Our Native Server
Many years ago, most of the fridges of friends were accoutered with magnetic poetry kits. I discovered today via a friend that one can now play with several of the kits for free online. Spared both the annoyance of lost words and the conflict with sociability, it provided a pleasant and productive afternoon coffee break. … Continue reading Create Joy in Our Native Server
No Masks Here
Yesterday I came across an untitled poem by Upashna that refused to quite let go. Dusk pours her dregs of light on the weary bones draped in a corrugated yellow skin threading the silk suture A melange of reverberations in the air- a distinct chirp of hatchlings calling it’s dame at prey, the yellow tailed … Continue reading No Masks Here
An Ode to Pith
- to Pablo Neruda The orange in the kitchen Fills the house with scent, Glowing like the sun glimpsed From the corner of my eye. But the skin wrinkles brown At the touch of the bowl, The flesh already collapsed Into the unreachable past. So I imagine its press upon my lips, Not caring it … Continue reading An Ode to Pith
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