To the victor

Goes the spoils.

Like how Helen, in all

her infinite wisdom dropped

a pebble into a pit

unstringed

Like the fall of the winged

into the calm waters

where pride swims

until it sinks

Like the ever-winning house

in its mindless cameras

capturing the jack

forever losing its tarts

Or that little drenched boy

and his sack of PETs

translating to a

small meal of kings

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CARD DRAWN:

FIVE OF SWORDS

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.

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