lists and poems
March 13, 2020
“Tyger, Tyger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
I thought about writing a letter to Prince Charming, but the communication between us is random and so hit-or-miss that I’m not sure it’s ever going to become anything. But he still has my “Get yourself to the poles” stripper tee shirt, so I definitely need to get that back.
Random Lists!
Wishlist:
Vintage nightgown
Tarot deck
Beth Hoekel fruit collage
Dresser
Bed frame and white fairy net
A big pink-leaved plant
Vintage candelabra
To learn in my spare time:
Yoga
Rollerblading, cool tricks
Tarot, divination, bibliomancy, spell-writing and rituals
Hiking and backpacking
Music production
Horseback riding
Piano again!
“Blazing in gold and quenching in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face, to die;
Stooping as low as the offer’s window,
Touching the roof and tinting the barn,
Kissing her bonnet to the meadow-
And the juggler of day is gone!”
We are the only poets, and everyone else is prose.
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