For Aphrodite Ourania

No image could capture you,O Ouranic Aphrodite, great queen —we must fragment our view to even glimpse a shadow.How could material capture a beautyunseen and summited beyond thought,you who basks in dripping light? What image could render youwithin the chasm-like Hestiaof yourself, completely hidden?Your chariot's immense power?That blazing-bright morning stardancing through its phases,or the tender, … Continue reading For Aphrodite Ourania

A New Lunar Month

On the new-sliver Moon,I wipe away the dust of daysthat waned as time swelled,spent incense, and wax drippings.I light the candle hungeringfor the fire to quicken it. I eat chocolate-date rice toastand drink morning matcha and cleanand come to still prayer at lastwhile the summer light brightensthe blinds and plants curl up,my waking too late … Continue reading A New Lunar Month


It is all too much. My mind, off to anywhere peaceful, anchors down upon the flower-thick sky.WASP-121b’s titanium rainsfall fast and hard, down and in.How fast do its ripping windscurl back to the beginning?Can I exist in every space of my owntidally-locked becoming,a calm oasis from extremesturbulent and beautiful?The water splits apart, arid,the soul has … Continue reading Now