Fire Star
1527 Comet Gouache watercolor Anonymous How brazenly you shimmer Reclining beneath A humpbacked moon Smoldering red Scintillating Against crushed velvet You scorch the air around you With crimson flames And glowing embers Your star fire Has engulfed us In its fury Blistering the ebony night With each flash Of a luminous face The visage I now gaze Tenderly upon After the tumult While the heat dissipates Leaving silver moon drops Upon celestial bodies LiNdA ...
Read MoreA Poetic Dollar
A Gift from Alejandro In a volume of endless pages The poetry of a life well-imagined With cries of despair tinged with joy A never-ending kaleidoscope Which we view from a common thread This amaranthine floss connects our souls Reaching into the past and toward the future The present enjoined in the softest mesh Upon which we lay with legs entwined In a gossamer filament of purest light The rays of the Sun are behind the Moon Only silver shines in the darkest hour And the clouds hide the brilliance of gold Though its beauty does not wane For lack of spiritual eminence These morsels of radiant ingots Gleaming high above our darkened canopy Studded as starry currants in a baked bread From which we will eat our fill To sustain our love without end...
Read MoreJodorowsky’s Tarot
Alejandro Jodorowsky with the Tarot de Marseille Image by Evan Sung, New York Times Our metamorphosis Revealed in a card Borne in a pocket Drawn in Marseille The Surrealist Mime Bound upon gazing In our nature of existing As the Illuminating Star What was the terminus Is now the opening Through which we swim As gametes before cleaving And upon the joining The zygote we have become Will nest in moonlight Tinted with dreams Kissed by sacred clouds We are creating poetry A profound oeuvre The fulfillment of souls A prismatic panoply Laid out one by one By the Divine Reader Who nods in agreement LiNdA ...
Read MoreHonoring the Dead
“El Jarabe en Ultratumba” Zinc etching José Guadalupe Posada, 1910 From the tomb they come Dancing a joyous jarabe Calcanei and phalanges Upon a glaze of Tyrian purple Chattering calaveras Mimicking the buried language A burst of ancient song Between bouts of clacking teeth A living waltz free of the grave On this deepest night of souls It is our zapateado cepillado With flesh-covered bones For we are the dead In the afterlife of yearning And having reached the rapture We await the mystery of rebirth LiNdA...
Read MoreBlackberries and Apple Cider
Blackberries, growing in Oak Glen, CA Apples picked by my own hands Put into the press and ground down The raw elixir pours from a wooden spout An invigorating medley of heirloom pulps Fresh from the orchard, tasting of trees The blackberry bushes along the path Have concealed their fruits from my grasp The bright purple globes covered in shadow Though I press against the thorns For I know you are hidden there Yet here you are know, tinged with frost The night cloaked across your shoulders I nestle against the woven expanse And speak of Winesaps and fallen leaves That earlier crunched beneath my feet I place drops of cider upon your tongue The sweetness of the earth drawn up And swallowed with ebullient kisses And this you return to me upon your lips That I may taste the meadow mixed with midnight...
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