all delusions were set out in the meadow for scavengers
along with all the seeds she didn’t start this year
she had prophetic dreams
she barely touched her tarot
he now lives entirely outside of her heart
she showed up first, but only as her second, or third choice
then, she died days later, in hospice, at 56,
and presumably,
knows now that she couldn’t take it with her, Egyptian-Pharaonic style
blood and cultural descendants of holocaust survivors are revelling in an ongoing genocide
and someone finally inspected his spots,
but leopards cannot change theirs
some of us, are just about ‘dat’ life, she re-learned
others, lie to themselves about their innocence,
or responsibility, including me,
we are all stereotypes
radical self-promotion and self-reinforcing mediocrity are apparently the new power couple,
she didn’t make it to the Remedios Varo show at the Art Institute of Chicago – with, and on, purpose.
her bones began to ache during sunlight, too, so that’s new,
”People incapable of guilt usually do have a good time.”
Author: ©️K.T.2026
Earthling, poet, crone. In planetary hospice.
House and Lineage of Mary
“We are all called to be mothers of God, for God is always waiting to be born.”
— Meister Eckhart, 13th century German mystic
2013, Portage Park, Chicago
The Christmas narrative speaks to us beyond a phenomenal story about Mary and the Baby Jesus. It tells us about an inbreak of God's consciousness into the world. Inbreaks of the Divine require a flexible mind capable of letting go of every acquired concept of God. God gnosis is quite different from religious, historical, and any other kind of knowledge. The first emerges from within, throwing open our inner gates; the latter comes from without.Continue reading “House and Lineage of Mary”
Tau +Rosamonde Ikshvàku Miller+, 2012
December 23rd, of the year of great loss, 2023
On the eve of Christmas Eve, whether Jesus the Christ be a historical human being or mythical figure doesn’t matter — what we know about Jesus of the Gospels, canonized and gnostic is that [t]he[y] would abhor and denounce, the United States and State of Israel with their Temples and Capitols and Pentagons full of woeful Pharisee hypocrites, money-changers and weapons-makers.
To those who have the eyes to see and the ears to hear, witness and listen:
May the Christ within you, awaken, then enrage and enflame your hearts with a love for all who merely want to live in peace upon and with the Earth.
We are all potential Christs.
Continue reading “December 23rd, of the year of great loss, 2023”Oh, Tonantzin, Our Mother, Our Lady of Guadalupe!
Today, on the feast day of La Virgen de Guadalupe, from the valley and river of the wolves,
who is and always was Tonantzin, the Nahuas’ Universal Mother of Earth, they being one and the same parthenogenetic Creatrix-entity of Life —and of Death, here on Earth:
In the name of Tonantzin, I rebuke the State of Israel and the United States
— both nations stand defiantly in their ongoing slaughter of 18,000 human beings so far — nearly all of those killed — are Palestinian civilians and more than half of them are children — hundreds of thousands more are injured, maimed — in tremendous pain, suffering from unfathomable loss, from hunger, thirst, and disease — and dispossessed of and displaced from their mothers, families, beds, kitchens, homes, pets, art, schools, toys, lifework — and land,
and the Western and Eastern global capitalist powers — in their protracted genocide, mass exploitation, enslavement and dispossession of the People of Congo,
I call to and incant unto Tonantzin for the downfall of these two seated governments, and of the despots and oligarchs, who are a scourge on this good Earth and all Life upon it.
May these demons be stricken by Her snakes and devoured by Her wolves and may their bones be cast into the eternal inferno with not one cinder or ash remaining. Forgotten Forever.
Continue reading “Oh, Tonantzin, Our Mother, Our Lady of Guadalupe!”GLOBAL STRIKE: FREE PALESTINE, Ceasefire! REBUKE Israel & the U.S.!
GLOBAL, GENERAL STRIKE FOR PALESTINE!
STRIKE, PICKET, WALKOUT, BOYCOTT !
NO WORK, NO SHOPPING,
NO SCHOOL!
NO BANKING! NO BUYING!
an atheist mother’s conversion
now, i lay me down to sleep
now, i rise me up to wake
Allahu Akbar!
always on my tongue
unblissed
only
white men
can afford ignorance
at their headquarters
at the headwaters
everyone
downstairs
downstream
must be vigilantly
unblissed
definition | author | proof of life:
foremost Earthling, crone,
and mother to a golden boy;
nightly traveler into liminality;
mostly obeisant
to intuition & premonition;
poet, writer;
heart-sleeved,
bleeding heart pessimist;
devoted friend of crows (at last),
meadow-restorer/tender,
& long-lost sister to snakes, bats and coyotes,
deer & bluebird whisperer,
seed saver, food grower,
an admirer and propagator
of lilacs, hydrangeas,
sycamores, mulberries, pawpaws and oaks;
dna-tested kin to goldenrod, milkweed,
bison, cottonwoods, thistle and monarchs;
wader into ephemeral and glacial
lakes and deep snow;
Moon’s luminous, loyal daughter
& Sun’s prodigal, ever-questioning shadow
equally;
devout, ecstatic
desert, forest and river worshipper;
reverent of and humbly deferent to
bear, wolf, moose, elk & bighorn sheep and hummingbirds;
a mountain, canyon, valley,
prairie and beach walker;
Feed the Wildlife! a radical imperative (& request)
please FEED THE WILDLIFE! if you have means to do so — to help our Earthling kin survive and thrive in the extreme temperatures and conditions of winter and summer — and during fall and spring migration
why is this radical?
because we have been instilled and warned to not do this!
but we now need to feed the wildlife we share habitat with — precisely because we’ve destroyed so much of their own habitat — and their preferred and once-abundant wild food and water sources
(but please only set out food for those wild kin who visit or inhabit your yards, balconies, patios or city parks – still, never feed our more-than-human kin in wilderness, or national, federal, state or county parks, forests, natural areas or preserves)
in their favorite spot to feast — the stone slab footprint of a former barn.
Crows are very clean and considerate
more-than-human kin— they prefer to wash their food with water and to wait for their entire family to assemble before eating.
deadly viper assassination squad / kill von Til
i read that an African green mamba
escaped its Dutch trafficker, a collector and captor of living beings
i am someone who never recovered
from reading Kingsolver’s “Poisonwood Bible”
i am someone who never recovered
from experiencing Alex Haley’s “Roots” on American television for eight consecutive nights
i am someone who imagines
an exquisite vengeance
for the fugitive, deadly snake
upon the low people of the Netherlands,
the hubris of those who would build higher and higher dams to contain the rising, wild seas
with transatlantic shipping wealth, every last cent: descendant of African blood money
while they continue in unironic chant for their tulipped nation’s and bland continent’s homogeneity:
make Europe great again!
while, i am someone who quietly incants:
may the viper in silent slither
at their coming fest of Sinterklaas
strike them in the street
as they joyfully parade
with their black-faced Zwarte Piet
dendronglow
evolutionary (rev.)
bluebirds were in yearning
for a meadow
so, they called to she who always pays attention
she delivered them the meadow,
and for her wonder,
they bring their bright song to her sill
yet, she did not know the meadow
only yearns to become the shrubland
and that the shrubland
only yearns to become the woods
and that the woods
only yearns to become the forest
and that the forest
only yearns for the fire
so then, as to the bluebirds
did they know called a woman
who only yearns to become the fire
deer hunting season | regular firearm, November 15 – 30, 2023, Michigan, U.S.
the gunshot
crisp, startling
a radiating crackle
floating on the unusually warm autumn air
my dog bolts for the house, and once inside, takes cover under the desk – this is a natural response to explosives
fear, confusion, rage, sorrow course through my marrow — we are made of the same stuff
then i remember that deer-stalking-luring-and-killing with a gun season started today
i’d seen the dignified six-point buck head south earlier,
the same direction of the blast / i realize that he may be dead, now
then i remember that i haven’t seen the
doe and her playful and curious fawns
in over a month’s time
on my way to the highway entrance ramp,
i avoid the main roads
where the bodies of two deer lay dead
a half mile apart
/ i pretend they can’t be, that they aren’t my familiars /
the deer always seem to be lying just barely off the road
do they collapse and die there identically — or does someone drag them there by their legs or antlers; are there protocols for this?
what does the weight of a dead deer body or dead human body feel like in the hands? are the dead heavier? would i be able to drag a deer or human body? maybe — in my heyday
i have only ever held dead rabbits, squirrels, birds, fish in my own two hands
then i remember that our first dog was euthanized at home, in the back yard, in the June Sun, but it was not me who lifted and carried his body away / why didn’t i carry him? back then, i was in my strength heyday.
Continue reading “deer hunting season | regular firearm, November 15 – 30, 2023, Michigan, U.S.”there are no terrorists
There are no terrorists,
foreign or domestic;
respectively,
there are only
the victim-survivors of
colonization and Empire
and
those whom States and Empires
indoctrinated, or trained and armed —
and jettisoned.
The former are always
liberation revolutionaries,
the latter
are discontent citizens;
both, willing to die for
truth,
repatriation,
retribution
and land.
the deception of the Sun
the Sun just keeps on shining
setting and rising,
setting and rising
while
the People
of Palestine,
of Congo,
are genocided
did you know that Yaldaboath only feigned dismay
when Cain blew his own brother away;
then He later told Abraham to kill his own son,
just to prove that he was obsessed enough
you know, that dear Jesus
in heaven comfortably stayed
all throughout the Trans-Atlantic slave trade,
and that Allah had no problems with the Caliphates
and The One True God was all about The Crusades
and that Creator ignored the prayers and the pleas
of First Peoples slaughtered by steel,
starvation, and European disease
and that Yahweh was pre-occupied during the Holocaust
busy planning and inciting the Palestinians’ cruel loss
from Auschwitz to Al-Shifa,
He so craves burnt offerings
His global portfolio — built solely on dead things
He created the Sun to grow His tainted Seeds
Horror by daylight,
His Grand Design? — what a fucking death scheme
Auden once begged to “dismantle the Sun”
for the loss of his own be-loved one
but Hark!
for the loss of our collective soul,
dismantlement’s just not good enough,
leave Him no parts, no plans
to re-build and restart!
Extinguish His goddamn Sun!
and forever, and evermore,
Let there only be Dark!
Continue reading “the deception of the Sun”
