moon blood

Last night Todd, Alea, and her fiance Matt and I all got stoned on kava kava tea. I have had kava before, in a gentle Yogi tea blend, and in these pills called "Happy Campers" that I took last winter to make me less sad, but this was bitter, groggy, sludgy mud gunk and was almost impossible to drink. Our tongues tingled and my eyes lost focus, and I couldn't stand up for a while. Todd and I tried to watch this animated adaptation of the Popul Vuh, but neither of us could concentrate, and words seemed to drip out of the sides of my mouth. Then eight hours of dreamless sleep, and a grog headache all day long. Was it worth it? Somehow, yes. We all drew tarot cards for each other. Alea and I both drew the Ten of Swords and decided that card was too much of a downer so we cheated and put it back, and I think I drew the Four of Pentacles next. Much better. Much wealth and happiness. Then we ate hard bits of 99% dark chocolate. It was nice having a forester, florist, and arborist crammed into my tiny "living room." Sensual naturalists are my people.

I am a blank, random slate right now. My mind is empty, a windless highway. Salt that she stored in her seas. Tonight I have a thin stack of short stories from Daniel and an early draft of Bethany's chapbook, and the papers are white and whistling snow on my quilts. I will take them to the cafe in the morning and rattle them around. I want B. to help me approach the idea of publishing more clearly. I hide my work. I hide selves. Petra's masks, chipping away. I need to send new poems to David for consideration for the Spare Room series, in the summer or fall. I'd also like to read for Tangent. For my next readings, each person in the audience will receive a poem, curled up in something. Perishable withinness.

In other news, my pitch to the Bear Deluxe was accepted, and I will be writing a feature on one of my favorite photographers, Corey Arnold, for either their summer issue or their fall art issue, which will be accompanied by an exhibition at Lewis and Clark. We have an interview date after Valentine's Day. The Ecclesia is cruising. We have Joshua Marie Wilkinson and Noah Eli Gordon scheduled for the first reading on March 6, and I'm fairly certain we will be having the events at my old house, The Church. I think I even negotiated a year's worth of wine donations as of this afternoon, but...that is pending. Now we have to finish our manifesto, write a press release, get something on the the website, say a prayer to the gods of gnosis, and flay ourselves on stage.

I just did a weird photo shoot for Abercrombie & Fitch. I'm totally selling out.

I'm actually considering going to this on Saturday.