CAPRICORN DARK MOON: THE DRY HEART
listen up!
the warning from space is; you were born in heaven
even with Saturn's dross, that fruitful lead in sponsorship of our dark wet moon made dry and crisp as the goat's heart in capricorn on this lonely day number two, no longer in celebration, down to the business of losses and crosses right in that damp lamp we worship. . . oh right, Sun. . .
Saturn, lord of the unfortunate, lord of clowns. Severe in action yet unwilling to haste, the moon over there, well, she stands rigid and vegetative. Deep dwelling internal bondage of the cardinal effacement. The cervix thins to allow for passage. Wet moon even wetter after that, I'd bet. Is she as soft as your bottom lip? Or firm like the tip of your nose?
I know, I know. Earth is ordinary. Elemental. Insipid, long suffering, mortal— oh. Essential. What are you made of?
to give from one self to another. to animate. I woke up just a few days ago. Seemingly alone, I startled. I took my temperature (that forever blood predictor), and my tongue a thick slab was running hotter than usual. Next time I won't go to sleep in fleece. I wake up rushing to write, something. I dream awake of Wayne Thiebaud painting cakes and olives in heaven. How they must smell different, does the bread burn with stars. . .
New year, new vitamin. Not so simple, but essential. My last meal of the year somehow was also the first meal of a new(er) year. Sashimi. Rice. Milk. Egg. Sugar. Salt. Water. Purin broken down to its primal parts. I feed my plants watered down blood from my uterus. The red is both brighter and softer than I imagined in water. They murmur back sweetly with new furled tips and glossy face.
Here's to evaluating someone to value their loss (take that with salt or sugar, your choice). To poached chicken salad on black bread, palmiers, tea cups with running colors, vitamin, paintings of effervescent cakes, to clowns, to the overtaxed heart of the capricorn moon. i love you, i love you. beware of those that want to explain your pain to you.
write me and tell me this; what is your new year vitamin? that parsed down essential bit. that tooth that shines blind. what can you not do without, even if it's new? is it new? or is it just primordial? base? tell me, tell me. here's a fur lined box for that bejeweled thought of yours. here's to keeping it warm and murderess, practical, and free of judgement. . .
to the new year & the new moon xoxo,
sarah
p.s. did you notice the new banner, our new gremlin friends, the cottage with the smokestack all just for housing these dream erratas? I am so excited and delighted by this beautiful work done by the amazing CJ. Find him on IG @joedyfoster, I promise you won’t be disappointed. <3
while I wanted to introduce the new new with some additional plump ups on a free offering I’ve had brewing for a while, the gremlins were asking to be introduced on this dark moon, what with both mine and CJ’s being in capricorn. (happy lunar return, CJ!) all that to say, my Saturnian moon is slowly undoing, making, reknitting; more is coming and as always, you will be the first to hear. thank you for opening these silly errata letters. thank you for you. xo.
multi vitamin crochet of lapsang, assam & pu-erh + milk poured first + hunny xo
i am still parsing through potential new year vitamins. i have so many needs