Friday, June 10, 2011

Poetic License Horoscope for June 10-16

Gemini (May 19-June 21): Like my mom who had twins on her birthday, (HAPPY BIRTHDAY Mom, Katie, and Eddie!) you will find yourself overwhelmed with friendship and calendar-luck. Write in whatever you wish.

Cancer (June 22-July 23): “Coming from a former Communist country, I will never do something for some reason. I will do only things because I like to do it.” Christo, when asked why he was making The Gates.

Leo (July 24-Aug. 23): If your sweetheart can only tolerate one science fiction movie per year, this is the weekend. Settle in for air conditioning, ponderousness, and possible laser combat. Your love will thank you in Sugar Babies and popcorn.

Virgo (Aug. 24-Sept. 23): “If people make you dizzy, isn’t that a good thing?” (Elliott D. Smith) It’s time to believe in your most productive crushes, because there are surely more on the way. Pretty soon you’ll be a liked-back star, we promise.

Libra (Sept. 24-Oct. 21): To the Libra who requested vibrant health, time, and love, and the other one who wants to be a full-time vigilante superhero—maybe you should exchange phone numbers and fly off into the bright sky, rosy-cheeked and leisurely. Turn back the earth like Superman and make an extra day.

Scorpio (Oct. 22-Nov. 22): “...a bright reminder,/ after many jumbled days and nights,/ of my true vocation--/ keeping an eye on things/ whether they exist or not,/ recumbent under the random stars.” (Billy Collins)

Sagittarius (Nov. 23-Dec. 22): This week is a Choose Your Own Adventure. For time to yourself, turn to page 46. For your sweetheart near, turn to page 87. For a many citied gallivant, turn to page 10. For dreams of novels written, turn back to page 2. It’s all in the same book, so if you don’t like the results, start over.

Capricorn (Dec. 23-Jan. 20): To the Capricorn planning many romantic trips: pack whatever comforts you—a fresh and silly book, your favorite gum, your comfy underpants. Wherever your heart is, be safe and sound there, and come home soon.

Aquarius (Jan. 21-Feb. 19): Wake up early and go outside. Email the stars to tell us what’s blooming. To slow down time, take off your headphones. Tell everyone who asks you’re very busy, though what you are busy with will not be apparent.

Pisces (Feb. 20-March 20): The stars have never been to a comic book convention, but it sounds like fun. Whether you’re in costume or not, you’ll show up in everyone’s photos—you’re very friendly. Or maybe it’s your glow-in-the-dark Tron notebook, your extensive knowledge of vintage packaging, or your well-known-in-some-circles role as scientist sidekick to a famous drop of sun.

Aries (March 21-April 18): The stars are making you both pancakes and cupcakes, both nice and warm, both with heart-shaped sprinkles. We hope this isn’t too much sweetness all at once. We can be a little sticky sometimes, and we are not sorry.

Taurus (April 19-May 18): You are leading a parade of the best children in the universe, and they are dressed as ersatz superheroes: all sequined capes, bright goggles, swords made out of balloons. The most beautiful people in the world are applauding you. Every single day should be like this.


Poetic License Horoscopes is a free syndicated series which appears weekly on such lit blogs as The Serotonin Factory, Critical Mass http://www.citypaper.net/blogs/criticalmass/POETIC-LICENSE-Horoscopes-April-29-May-5.html and The Legendary http://www.downdirtyword.com/horoscopespage and Apiary http://theapiarycorp.com/ If you are interested in adding the Poetic License Horoscopes to your lit journal / lit blog, please email me at serotoninfactory@gmail.com.



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