today, my tarot reading began with the moon, ended with the sun.

a conversation overheard between high shcool girls sitting on the floor of the royal bank on a saturday night, waiting for the bus home

"do you want me to carry anything? my bag is like totally empty."
"actually ya, my bag is like totally full."

You know, I think I am switching back
to capitals.

i did not write the entire time the sun was in taurus
and now we are in the time of gemini and
i am in a place of
almost

these afternoons it's nothing
but me
and the peace pipe
and the cbc.

one who comes through darkness

(riddle for neil
on his birthday)

one who comes through darkness
has no business
wearing a face
no business
being in darkness

where darkness is a face (and vice versa)

this is
where one
has no business
seeing the [.....]

(this is)
(where one
....................is
..............................it.)

knock knock.
who's there?
it's the dark night of the soul.
what, did you forget something?
GET ME OUT OF THE SUN, WOMAN.
(o just burn out there)

dear mercury retrograde,
thank you, for the lookout tower.
i know what to do now.
about everything.
(nothing)
(look)
love,
chelsea

dear kerry,
school is over, forever.
for now.
i sure am going to miss
getting high in the woods behind the res parking lot
and coming to group of seven class.
you've been a treat.
you've taught me so much.
love,
chelsea

when i woke up this morning, it was the first day of april
and the universe said
HA HA HA
(i fooled you)

but i don't know what it meant.
yet.

since last spring equinox weekend, i have learned some important lessons.
my favorite so far is,
write your paper, then
lose your bananas.
so you don't have to write it
after.

knock knock.
who's there?
it's the dark night of the soul.
dark night of the soul who?
chelsea. are you going to open the door or what?

i wrote a poem on my magnet board.

water after power...always a
shining sea
boy did it love boil pant
my symphony

man alive
eternity is a raw place
but if I pound dream chant ask
it will recall
the gift and
whisper
.....(woman mother music storm sweat death
.....diamond flood puppy)

never heave at me
from a rock..girlfriend
you have to
get in

chelsea: hey weather, you're kind of getting me down these days you know.
weather: what did you expect, woman? it is february you know. it is canada.