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from There Have Been Some Days I Didn’t Know Your Name
August’s incident played over Santa Ana though my friend thinks they’re warmer today, my friend gave accordion days to count. The environment makes for a typical convention of money and I’m certain I smell sugar on a prophylactic Sunday. To hear ourselves brightly opens the flue on whatever doesn’t (lightning) transmit, you have to be […]
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Thirteenth Amanita Ode Ethnomycology and Image
Courser in the boreal forest belt. Receded icecap. Permutated applications of singsong. Astral light of the midnight sun. Astral light of the noonday darkness. Before the art of distillation. Before the means of storing berries and the juices of berries. Before the techniques of fermenting liquors. Shamans and mushrooms. Spruces and birches. Northern Eurasian reaches. […]
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The Daughter of Night
Ptolemy’s Aeonic rotations the starts in daemonic torment forecast unmirror the nemesis slipping its orbit who moves in menace unspinning to blot all fate.
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A Few Rhymes Out of Milton
What is holy renders only what light leaves to fate. Surrender Sun to dark stream the vulgar claim the Star of Satan. But euphrasy —lunar phrasing— flares wandering fires the unruly Sun’s alluring bronze swallows whole, swollen earth-drawn fleck this dark technology of magic spells.
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Sixteenth Amanita Ode Kabiroi
“To the fuller discussion of the Kabiric and Dactylic cults which I now believe to underlie much of Orphic mysticism, I hope to return on some future occasion.” Jane Ellen Harrison, Proglegomona to the Study of Greek Religion Are you the earthly feet of the godhead? Are you the gloomy forms emerging from the friction […]
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The Reception, poems by Michael O’Leary
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The Sampo, by Peter O’Leary
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We Who Saw Everything, poetry by Whit Griffin
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The Bellfounder, poems by Steven Toussaint
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