A Rebirthing Spell in Dipodics for Spring

A meter that can hide in plain sight has the momentum to re-emerge!

It’s a wild ride nowadays, isn’t it? Spring is coming so fast that the wind and the sun and the budding of my life is well-nigh overwhelming, which is maybe why increasingly I find myself coming back to strange turns of phrases from some past life or generation, like “well-nigh." They comfort me. They intrigue me. They make me shake my head at the mysteries of it all, from healing ancestral trauma, to channeling the fervent urgency of seismic spiritual change in the midst of the current mordant thrash, to building my legacies of meter and magic with amazing poets and witches from younger generations.

And, as I FINALLY assemble, this time I think for good, the new collection of poems—the one I have been working on steadily for over fifteen years now—I've simultaneously been gathering some elder poems as well and finding them, blessedly, mercifully, still finished. They really did click shut like