A View of the Galahadian Tropical Zone


A conversation next to one of the windows in the Corsican screen, on the Galahadian side.

© 2018 lcmt

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A Canticle for Horus Venose


Horus Venose is a deity that started nudging its way into my consciousness several months ago. I have yet to find any myths about him, but images of his physical appearance occasionally flicker into the view of my mind’s eye. He might not be a god of the Jackalopian cosmos that underpins Geranium Lake Properties, and I am not yet sure where he belongs.

© 2018 lcmt

A Tile From the Kitchen on Eleanor Avenue

Yost’s depiction of a tile from the kitchen floor of the Other Space Museum and Coffee House. Cardamom is the signature spice at the Coffee House. I can recommend the Latte for the Sky (cardamom and coconut milk). The image below gives you an idea of how the tiles were laid out.

© 2018 lcmt

The Road That Must Be Travelled

A while ago, when I was first working on this invocation, my idea of what it was about was wrong, or at least incomplete. I had to wait. Time has always been a crucial element in my work. I had to give the universe time to filter through me, change me, and change what I was making. With this piece, it was not until I had a conversation with my sister Susan that I realized its final shape, when she spoke of a dark road.

© 2018 lcmt

Inanna Ascendant


Dreaming of the vernal equinox.

The furnace in my house is old, and last year it quit half-way through the winter. Since I live in a climate where the winters are not harsh, and I could not afford to pay a repair guy to come out and just look at my furnace, I bundled up in extra layers and shivered through the remainder of the winter. It was a small commonplace adventure, I enjoyed it, and I liked the money I saved.

I lived through the warmer seasons with a cold furnace gathering dust, and as the nights grew longer again, I resolved to make it through this entire winter season without trying to repair the furnace. By the middle of February, spring has usually arrived in this part of California. Not this year. February was a month of freezing nights, frosty mornings, and dry days of cold blue skies.

© 2018 lin tarczynski