Corbid Ravenous

5:30 am on A Thursday morning and I’m up on purpose. It’s a thing that defies reason. Interesting typo: I just typed “deifies” reason instead. That’s a whole new subject in itself, atheism as the deification of reason? Whatever. But for now I am awake and alone. My babies are sleeping. No one’s written me … Read more

And in the end there is no one else, sweet sixteen alone in my hospital bed having impact dreams watching shadows on the ceiling and deciding to never ever be real again. It was eaisier than I thought.

It’s in many ways as if I’d just come out of a coma, or been stranded on a desert island for two years. I’ve missed, for example, pretty much the entire phenomenon of reality television…

Minoan Snake Goddessby Dr Alena Trckova-Flamee, Ph.D. The Snake Goddess was one of the Minoan divinities associated closely with the snake cult. She is called also Household Goddess due to her attribute of the snake, which is connected with welfare of the Minoan house. But the snake is also symbol of the underworld deity, so … Read more

**************************************************************************************************************************************** Nine of Coins (Gain): Accomplishment. Discernment. Discretion. Foresight. Prudence. Material well-being. Love of nature. Knight of Clubs: A journey. Advancement into the unknown. Alteration. Fight. Absence. Change of residence. mythology detritus opinion ****************************************************************************************************************************************

Don’t you just hate it when you lose all traces of your dream between awakening and going to write it down? I swear I had soemthing cool and then I just drew a complete and total blank. Shite.

I recall laughing in an empty room once. I was sixteen and in the hospital, laying in my private room in the pediatrics ward, praying aloud when I realized, “Ha!” I realized I was talking to the ceiling. And it struck me as ridiculous. And I laughed and laughed and laughed. And that was the … Read more

My child is a computer genius. But I don’t understand why she put up a “Sisyphus rolling a rock up a hill” animation as my desktop background. Is she saying something about me?

Dreamt that Kurt Cobain was alive and well and had a blog and was currently reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman and listening to Townes Van Zandt on the sly, and that he knew me well enough to write me raw, painful, cathartic emails.

Iris, goddess of private eyes, watches. Always watches. Once she was mercurial, a rainbow, mother of love, the bridge between the crude worlds and words of earthly things and the elevated world of spirituality. Now she’s a lone heroine, and goddess of lone heroines and heroes. Now she’s a bridge between the desire to know … Read more