Invocation

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Musai,

this offering,

that with each line of the words, crushed-

rock dust is cracked and planed down hard upon the consonants,

whereas the fine dust, the lighter-than-air,

it flows throughout the vowels,

it swirls a slow smoke loop or two inside the hollow of an o or an a

and then released, and away,

spark-trails drift diagonal across five sun-beams,

and away…

I had gotten a first-class education in poetry and was en route to an academic career. I had had an overwhelming spiritual experience: the presence of Goddesses and the Gods, primarily the Olympians and the Greek Cthonic deities. I needed to be in just the right place to write good poetry about Them. Accordingly, I ran away to Las Vegas. I wanted the mountains…the light…the colors…the ambition…

I've been bad at life at times but I'm good at this. You may never be able to unsee Them again.

Todd Jackson Poetry Press