Horoscopes For The Week Of March 5th – March 11th (Aries – Cancer)

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HOROSCOPES for the Week of March 5th (posting four at a time)

When I think about this week for you, Aries, I think about the desert, and how there is a difference between the desert and the wasteland. I wrote a poem about it once, quoting a Scorpio friend. “In the desert, there’s hope,” he said. He was remarking at *my* remarking on the desert beauty, which wasn’t desert at all, but death for miles. This is your week, dear Aries, to knowing the difference between death and hope and knowing how long to drive to get there.

I’m thinking about the water, Taurus. I think you have to do more than dip your toe in, foot in, ankle in, knee, hip. All of you has to immerse. Don’t you see? Don’t you feel it? Last night I was at a bar with an atheist friend who told me that if she were to be baptized again she’d want to go all in. She raised her arms above her head. “I’m a sinner,” she said. Wash me. Make me clean.” It was that kind of night. It’s that kind of week. But the only “sin” that I can see is your stubborn refusal to believe —  in yourself.

I had a dream about a love letter. You wrote it to me, Gemini. You were telling me about your big plan, big dream, and how you were going one step at a time. I nodded.  You described feeling overwhelmed when you looked out the window or put your hand in your purse to touch your wallet when paying for groceries. Mundane shit like that, but then you signed the letter with the biggest X’s and O’s I’d ever seen.  Kisses from heaven. My advice: hold the heaven in your hand like one of those nickels you’re so afraid to touch, but touch.

I wouldn’t mind a Cancer girlfriend. Tears don’t bother me. Feelings are juicy, nectar, those cherries from my Whiskey Sour last night, and I’m listening to Bon Iver, wondering what it would be like to kiss you, if it would feel like “Holocene.”  Fall in love with yourself this week, dear Cancer. I know that may sound repulsive and although my love life for the last decade-ish has been mostly Grey’s Anatomy, I have hope for us. This world is an orphan, and we are the mother of the stars.


Dear Star Lovers:
Now that I’ve handed in the first draft of my manuscript (I have a book coming out with Weiser in 2018) I can BLOG again.
Love you xx