The true story of Persephone’s ascension in the underworld.

This morning smells like back to school.

The light has tilted,

gilding the sides of school buses

until they glow—brilliant

against a sky that has

rinsed itself a deeper blue overnight.

What if there was a deck of cards that was part poetry, part glossary—widely specific and also universal? Something that can help name, discern, discover relational dynamics.

I’m working on one.