I'm feeling a bit sad because I just found out the other day that a family friend who has been battling cancer for the last 3 or so years has maybe 9 months to live. I'm trying to remain positive but it's a bit hard, even for a metaphysically minded magician type of old soul person like me. Also sort of feeling feather ruffled about an ill informed judgemental comment about one form of astrology being more accurate than another because one of the forms is based on a solar calendar. FYI no forms of astrology are based on the gregorian solar calendar. Most charts in all forms are charted based on the placement of the planets, etc at the time of birth. This includes where the sun is, as well as the moon, all the planets in the galaxy as well as several asteroids. Whether a person uses the gregorian calendar or another calendar is irrellevant. Anyway here's a newish poem I think I wrote in Oct of 2008. It has nothing to with astrology but does have to do with death and mothers. I hope you enjoy it. Comments are appreciated. :)

Angel Catcher Mother Fucker!

In the bookstore, I pick up a book
that would be perfect
for you
a journal
because of your mother
being gone
and you
being so angry at everything
God,
the doctors, your father,
you,
your mother
and all the women
you use
to erase her
like me
who look
like her.

I put it back because you hate me, don't
know me really
you
never existed,
the person who looks
like you
isn't you
and I'm not the evil witch
who looks
like me
who looks
like your mother
maybe even
the closest
one
you found
everything based on lies
except for the part
about
your mother.