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[february ’26] sundaycall from the cave sphinx

Gustave Moreau: Sphinx in a Grotto (Poet, King and Warrior) 

Hiya neighbors,

I hope you’re well, though I understand that feels impossible and improbable. But I pray for your good, robust health, that your verve is flourishing and protected, and that the glimmers of joy envelope you, regardless of those trying to feast upon us.

What are you reading? Do you like it? Do you keep reading things you don’t like out of the belief that you must finish? So far this month I’ve read:1

Here are some new additions to my ever-expanding to-read list:

They say to create more than you consume, and in that spirit, here are some of the latest craftworks from yours truly so far this year:

Yep, I’m still on substack for now. We’ll see how long I can stand the fumes, especially now with their polymarket bullshit. In the meantime, I created a new page featuring mutual aid funds and donations for our neighbors who could use some support.

Here’s the song that has been stuck in my head (gloriously, benevolently). And here’s another one spinning on repeat here in the cave, courtesy of a certain darling little owl who loves visiting. Thank you and bless you forever, Rosie Gaines.

Elsewhere we’re in the pre-shadow period of Mercury Retrograde <<retroshade>>, so I don’t expect this Chicago Bears hullabaloo will be settled for a while, and I notice some exes have appeared on the horizon.

Today in fire horse:

All righty folks, out like a sphinx—I’ll keep some riddles and secrets until next time,

dal fiume al mare, Palestina libera • Abolish ICE • courage or die, neighbor

Love, Kate

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diaric, poetry, sonic bullion, station notes

’25 THERE IS NO LIMIT

Hot off the griddle, Auntie Pancake’s poetry and moon are out of bounds and in Gemini. 

Photo by Maria Borisenko on Pexels.com | <<c’est tout en sîrop>>

quick station note

After a useful sojourn to Ghost dot org, bardic bullion has returned to substack.

hahaha. the joys of being dual-minded in a dual season. I am grateful for the Ghost experiment and what it has to offer: a decentralized newsletter platform. Also doesn’t host certain buffoonery that Substack does. But!

I am grateful for the community on Substack I have been able to cultivate, and for the vibrant communities others cultivate there, too. To my subscribers—thank you!!! I deeply appreciate your time and attention and support, and your patience while I experiment.

FYI & for those who are interested in making a newsletter and/or already have one, here are some my trials and errors from my experience with Ghost dot org:

Ghost is not as user friendly: my radio show and mixtape links weren’t working in the newsletter deploys, which is no good since sound and music are such an integral part of my diaries and creations. I like to use a variety of media and Ghost’s capacities and flexibilities were not suited to my needs. The navigation for readers and subscribers was also disappointing, unfortunately.

More important than that—Ghost does not currently offer the vibrant community living and growing on Substack. I repeat myself, but: I am so grateful for my communion with folks. I read and subscribe to many substacks, follow many folks there (and more and more by the week). There are many beloveds and lovely artists and journalists there I love supporting their work and being among them.

Who knows, perhaps I’ll switch again in the future. I am fleetfooted, after all. But for now, I am glad to be back. Love you!

sonic & bardic bullion


It's quieter in my head so far.
plucked your eye out • climbed up that hill to rest.

Who am I with complete rest? Correct • sleep cycles? • avoiding the truth? • my eyes, burned weary • Been dreaming of Grandma’s house • and her son called begging, • Save my life. 

fresh from the vortex of devotion, soul oriented toward obsession, quest is consummation • when the smoke finally clears • my lungs, filler up • like John, I am a word slut, gimme that fucking word search and ooh! the fun I'll have—

Enough Preamble. 

Yearning away • I wanna give Megan... pause • Next door, the shepherd • fixing your juicer.

Baby, what happened to you? • Happens to all of us, mutation’s painful • less so than nostalgia? • Honey, let the satire strike you • let the funny hit • too close to home.

When it’s false flags • close to home, • soldiers, spies dragged up 
     category is: diplomatic realness
     category is: left their hoods at the cleaners, so masks'll have to do 
     category is: secret police & genocidaire 
don't worry, shitbirds, we recognize you anyway. • blink, chicken! blink!

obedience is most dangerous, most violent.

People, let's commotion. • <<comfort the afflicted, afflict the comfortable.>> • 
that nonviolence'll get you killed.

Grandma said, I’ll smash you! • Scotch on her rocker, Naples in her blood • Dal fiume al mare, Palestina sarà libera. • I sit, I swim in all the rivers my mothers gave me, give me, keep me • alive again and again and again • morning

when the baby is in her Nirvana era, led herself there to drink the blooms • what else is there but singing • singing with her • The heart of joy.

watching the mothers take down mirrors • portals, you know • who knows who watches • who is outside • now we know 

before the ingress • the tide • my last question: what were those birds about • that crow flying • bumped his head in my window—twice!—looking for • my orange cat watching • gold eyes sweet honey mischief • slitted like a snake, 
takes after his mother.

My last look: scissors and color flying, douse me • i'm going for rogue.

mixtape

Gemini saison ‘25 time capsule, for your listening pleasure:

This beautiful spring shelf mushroom print featured in the mixtape cover art is by amazing artist Gabi Guerra, and used here with her permission. Thank you, Gabi 💕 Please check out her wonders and shop at malahoraart.com

from the archives

May-June diaries out of the past for your reading and listening pleasure:

meanwhile

Royal star Fomalhaut • 2025 Finals • Mad Max interviews • I really miss MJ. • Carême and Stick • ReLiving Single, a joyous ritual • Reveling in the memories of Sly Stone and Brian Wilson • A gal who truly gets it. • Rest in merciful, loving peace, Parnia Abbasi, and too many others. 

& a recipe

Thank you to my family, who shared with me their friend’s 1:1:4 for homemade lemonade: 

  • 1 c lemon juice 
  • 1 c simple syrup 
  • 4 c water 

Add fruit and herbs as you like; it’s gonna be a scorcher 😉 

Stay wavy, love,

–Kate

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