A rubied hand extended and time inches;

It is an ever flipping dime, a 50-50 of

a wigged head of an old man and the

blunt tail of an animal, inscribed.

It floats not through space, nor time

nor the twisted arm of fate.

Its edges do not rough the wind

though the current tries to take it away,

the ever-dot of an archer’s aim.

Its roundness blankets a vacuum

Absent in an abyss of physicality.

But, no, it lies between two entities,

A guilty woman seeking relief and

A little boy dreaming of glue.




THIS IS THE TAROT CHALLENGE, a 78-day writing challenge where everyday I pick out a random card from my tarot deck and write something about, against, inspired by, based on the card by the day’s end. The works can range from poetry to fiction to drama. When the card is from the major arcana, the title of the work should be the card name. When the card is from the minor arcana, the title can be different but the card drawn should be revealed at the end.