Parenting advice from the perspective of the Tarot — The other day I was sitting with several women discussing the challenges they were having with their teenage boys. All of them commiserated at how unresponsive to assisting in maintaining the house and doing chores and how rude the boys would often speak to them. Their plight, I have found…

A dream poem — There is an orchard of apple trees growing to either side of the road where we drive our children to school, go to work, do our shopping, rushing back home to our screens. Long ago, the Celestials planted these trees watering them with joyful tears of unity whispering an invitation to explore the…

A poetry prompt — Sitting upon a thoroughly dead mattress I contemplate a Vogon fate officious in all its strangulations goggle-eyed I envision locked in cubicle blunders with daily reminders empustulated with daily supplements of triplicated forms By any sarcastific barb I would land any implanted Babel Fish that would audasticly translate the micturations…

Poetry prompt about sex and death — upon the numinous path the seeker trods there exists a faint that festers in the mind when perceived holy ones come storming out of temple doors in this milieu of august company aspirants avert their eyes from those at their side to blind their vision animated by their groins stirrings …

A spiritual poem about walking free of judgment — Tonight I walked the river trail behind my home at the foot of the mountain, bats whirling in a mosquito banquet, cicadas singing a rain song to call the river to flow once more, to cover the stones and send them toward the sea. As the first stars appeared and…

A poem and commentary celebrating life’s mud — Your parole gone, the warden sets you free price now paid, pick up your debris no life lies straight, filled with curves many obstacles to weave around and swerve Realize with no dust upon your tongue you could sing no textured songs in purity’s light, your shadow darkens bright possessive…

An ekphrastic poem — dear friend, I don’t know you not even your name and without your name how can I Google-bound you to reveal your secrets, botanists have gleaned all I apperceive is what I see in this moment no gasconade of facts from me I behold a carnelian raid upon the umber of…

But it sure is a powerful way to wake up — Sorry to tell you, but there is no soul mate out there, that perfect partner who will complete you. No matter what the songs say, or what the romance novels tell you, or advertisers try to sell. No one is going to bring you happiness on a plate. However, you…

Guidance and meditation — Today is a camping day, for it is a day of exploration. What are you exploring? Your trail that lies ahead. However, there are two trails ahead: one is a trail the world is telling you to follow, where you have been labeled so and so who does such and…