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Wicked Witch of A’dam – Astro Poetry
Wicked Witch of Amsterdam 7 May 1944 Persevering, dependable, relaxed, and calm; Patient and steady, Stuck in a rut. ___ Prizes wit and cunning and trickery; Clever with finances. Adores reading. ___ Silver-tongued scattered thoughts The mind of a thief. Knows everyone, gets around. ___ There’s no place like home. Nostalgic and sentimental, Overly protective…
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Writers write right?
Writers write. At least that’s what my tutors tell me. And to a large extent they’re right. But writing alone will never be enough to make me a real writer. To be a real writer, I must be brutally honest about how I write and more importantly why. Achieving such self-understanding isn’t easy. That’s why…
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If you Play with Fire – You’ll Almost Certainly Get Burned
Yet being larger than life doesn’t always make one happy – despite his or her cheery smile.
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The Wicked Witch of Amsterdam – An Astro-story of Sex & Lies
I took the moral high ground and played Snow White to her Wicked Witch.
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What’s your ‘astrological’ fate?
Until you devise a conscious, constructive outlet for the energy you’re missing, it will operate unconsciously through the collective – in what is often referred to as ‘fate’.
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A Myth for Leo – ‘Whom does the Grail Serve’?
By realistically confronting his failures, Leo too can learn that the Grail serves those who are transformed in its pursuit.
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45°N57’ 42’’ – 077°W08’25” / Astro-Poetry
45°N57’ 42’’ – o77°W08’25” 23:30 EST + 5:00 Astro-Poetry Caring, nurturing person cloying, meddlesome, nag. Builds emotional barriers, adores vintage. Wears heart on sleeve. _______ Survival = possessions, refuses to buy store brands. Values dignity, pride, and warmth of heart. An authority of finance; too generous with own. _______ Literary critic. Editor. Proofreader. Teacher.…
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Tilting @ Windmills – Real Life Writing with Neptune
(the following is a ‘life writing’ project recently completed for my Oxford University Creative Writing program) When transiting Neptune comes calling, we set off in pursuit of the impossible dream. It’s rather like Don Quixote tilting at windmills. We search for something we’ll never find but in the process, we’ll get something that we need. …
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night my Mother died
night my Mother died Her phone rang at midnight. i picked it up. one moment she’s there and the next, she’s not. house must be sold and the cat re-homed and the credit cards cancelled and the electric account closed.
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if you were a literary agent …how would you respond?
Dear Ms Agent, In the aftermath of The Great War when Europe is cloaked in social disillusionment, twenty-four year old, newly widowed, Sophie de Belcoupe returns home to Paris. With conventional ideals of the feminine thwarted, she determines it’s through art that she will forge her future. Complications arise when, by accepting a job on…
ARCHETYPAL ASSETS
Innovation in Cultural Cosmology / by Debra DeLeo Moolenaar