The Fool's Journey
by Ned Hogan, Jr.

The Hand descends through the morning light
(and) touches the bag by her side
its purple fingernails saying something just right
in such a soft and so civilized and so artistic sigh

most amazing through this fog and noise
the clear sight and clear sounds
freed from culture revealed as mere poise
all sides at once turning around

the sunny umbrella on the exsquisite shoulder
spinning desires out of mist for a sure sure sign
that the morning intends to burn away anyone colder
than last night's fatal wisdom b(r)ought with the wine

it dissappears upon belated comprehension
of a larger perspective crossed by the liar time
sprouting strange tree brains from another dimension
that tangle their branches on the pretense of ryhme

the purple and perfect lee peaceful joy
so so different than enjoyment of the wind
ward off grief as if they were toys
in the hands of an angry imagined sin

maintaining a strict and supurb strangle hold
on the mind and body of belief
easily forsaking god for common sense now bold
with inspired simpleness and immediate relief

laughter squeezed from a reflex of terror
forgiving the so selfish sorrow
seeks a phantom remadie in error
and waits for the ghost of tomorrow

Divinations
by cck

Upright:
Illumine of the night. You shine brightly and cast your glow far and wide. Others look to you for guidance and you freely give it. You are a signpost for others to follow. The Star will guide you to safe harbor in any endeavor. You will never lose your way.

Reversed:
Beware the false projection. The light you see is meant to blind and lead you astray. Not all that glitters is gold; the twinkle is all tinsel.

Highway Home
by Christopher (Dog) Reynolds

Belakane 1/2008 Falling, falling, falling stars trace light-lines across your dark skin i'm lost along the silk road of your black, black curls again frankincense perfumes the emerald moon of your navel jewel i stumble past your smile down collapse beside your oasis pool all night long, i pray, i pray Allah, Alllah, take this pain away my whole measure aches with fever the dry clay jar of my heart's essence is shattered by your beautiful presence i call out, "Oh Holy, Holy!" how you tremble when you hold me Falling, falling, falling stars trace light-lines across our night skin i lay upon your spice road where 10,000 caravans have been from your waters cool i swallow deep renewal what dawn breaks my soul? what white bird sings up in the palm trees all i thought my life was, empties through the night, i prayed, i prayed Allah, Allah, take my pain away my whole measure burns with the fever the dry clay jar of my heart's essence is shattered by your beautiful presence i call out, "Oh, Holy, Holy!" how your body trembles when you hold me i call out, "Oh, Holy, Holy" how i tremble when you hold me. Hold me. Fallen, Fallen, Fallen Star Fallen, Fallen, Fallen Star