Pursuit of the fox spirit: a cento for the living

It’s always 4 a.m. in Ishtar’s temple, blood drops pattering softly around a cage of bone. But the only coin that changes hands is Judas silver. ~ 13

A friend on-line took this picture, and riffed off my journal to create the text. The internet is making itself my home again. People creating, playing muse to everyone. I post letters sometimes, and out and out confessions here. There’s nothing too personal. This week I was drifting away, falling into myself, fearing that I was sick with child, that my lover was dying. I never have an answer why when people ask me, but to point at things like this. I brought someone a creative thought this week, they took the time to make something. There are few things more important. It’s salvation to me.

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