Water Tells Stories
A singular current carries the sacred, the perilous, and the ancient world's…
Read more →An owl's gaze watches as wind turns words to fear, secrets alchemized to an inquisition.
Who will remember you at the hour of your birth
when the wind changed and the owl in the chimney
swung back in its cowl?
What flows from you to me floods back
to make you afraid of everything you said.
Where have your own words been,
what is this owl-gaze into the soul,
the glug glug glug of between?
As if you knew too much
and all that erudition
has alchemized
to the Tarot Pack of the Inquisition.