In one row of six and one row of five, two short segments of trapezoidal-shaped, opaque white snake skin cells rest on the palm of a hand.

It’s easier on my home planet but here on Earth I’m learning an enormous amount. If I’d never left my home planet and never met Tulip I would never know what I’m knowing now and yesterday and in the periods called future.

Sometimes one finds themselves looking for something valuable.

Past methods of wayfinding do not serve.

Sometimes one must do something that is mundane but feels radical. One must create the map one needs from disparate pieces.

When words pale in comparison to lived experience but words are what I do, it helps to return to the simplest writing advice.

When the mind yearns to play and the body begs rhythm, there is poetry.

An expanse of brown wood with three gaping cracks curves upward. Blue sky shows between the cracks and on the outside edge.

Getting the work done is so easy for Vins. Martenne lives in a house of mirrors. Something is coming for them both.

As the ruler of profound transformations, Pluto ushers in death in order to create the conditions for rebirth. Pluto has no wish for things to be tidy, no expectation for things to return to normal.

All my knights are transmasc. My pages are nonbinary. My transfemme Nine of Pentacles stands in the most decadent of queer pleasure gardens.