The Augury of April 2024:
“First, the sky and the earth and the flowing fields of the sea, the shining orb of the moon and the Titan sun, the stars: an inner spirit feeds them, coursing through all their limbs, mind stirs the mass and their fusion brings the world to birth. From their union springs the human race and the wild beasts, the winged lives of birds and the wondrous bred below the glistening surface of the sea. The seeds of life-fiery is their force, divine their birth, but they are weighed down by bodies’ ills or dulled by earthly limbs and flesh that’s born for death. That is the source of all men’s fears and longings, joys and sorrows, nor can they see the heavens’ light, shut up in the body’s tomb, a prison dark and deep.”
On a sunny Saturday, get lost in a wooded cemetery. Sit with your back against a gravestone that shares your first name or surname. Note the crows and beetles busy with their daily duties. Close your eyes. Feel the grass or soil against your palms. Find a small pebble and put it on your tongue. It will taste of minerals. It will taste of your fear of death. Your mouth will fill with salvia. You will be thirsty. Open your eyes, and you will find that even in a graveyard, spring is just as insatiable as you are.
Carly Hood 
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