when he asks if you’re close seductively moan "a wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.”
Spent a couple hours this afternoon adding things to the Bones Tree.
Bones (owl, fox, badger, mole, sheep), horns/antlers (antelope, reindeer) and trinkets (french franc coins, little bells, falconry hood, bark from a local sacred oak, fossilized shark tooth, pilgrim’s scallops) I do not care to keep on my shelf, but can’t bring myself to throw in the trash.
Also began to add some kind of altar. Bringing stuff downthere is tiring but satisfying!
Ha! found again the bone tree picture set !
Women like me do not fall gracefully,
we stumble over our spines, trip over
our vowels, and collapse into your arms.
Our hearts are open books,
Russian novels containing fifty pages
on the way your voice drifts across
the telephone wires each night.
Our hearts are first drafts,
unedited verses about each and every
person we have ever loved: the stranger
on the subway, the girl who gave us a balloon,
the boy who stole our virginity
but not our heart.
Women like me will love you from a distance
of a thousand syllables while laying in your bed,
we will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible,
and when we leave you will finally understand
why storms are named after people.
This is what the set of the original black & white Addams Family TV show set looked like in color.