I can remember the meaning of every tarot card but i can't remember what I texted you last night
by Elle Nash
Elle Nash is a writer who lives at the foot of the Rockies. She is the founding editor of Witch Craft Magazine, and her most recent work appears in Reality Beach, Hobart Pulp, Enclave/Entropy Mag, and Blunderbuss Magazine. She always puts too much faith in the cards.
Elle's I Can Remember the Meaning of Every Tarot Card But I Can’t Remember What I Texted You Last Night is a collection of vulnerability and love despite rocky times, telling these stories through the tarot's knowing eye.
Elle's I Can Remember the Meaning of Every Tarot Card But I Can’t Remember What I Texted You Last Night is a collection of vulnerability and love despite rocky times, telling these stories through the tarot's knowing eye.
11/19/16
"the moon" has been nominated for 2016's Pushcart Prize !!
Praise for I Can Remember the Meaning of Every Tarot Card But I Can’t Remember What I Texted You Last Night
"The poems in this chapbook are those of a witch, a warrior, a wolf, a goddess with claws. Elle Nash is able to balance the hilarious and tragic, the heartbreaking and the furious. She will slay you, and you will love her for it."
"Elle Nash’s 'I Can Remember the Meaning of Every Tarot Card But I Can't Remember What I Texted You Last Night' is a winner of Nostrovia! Press’ 2016 N.Y.C. Chapbook Series for reasons written not in stars but in sweat on tangled bedsheets, in the crushed spaces of apartments and the expanse of memory, nostalgia, bitterness, and grief. Refracted to us through the lens of the tarot, the poems here are both mythology and autobiography, legend and confession—it is impossible to read them without wondering precisely whose hot entrails are spread out during this divination, and whether the truths being whispered in the dark are the author’s, the world’s, or one’s own."
"this moon doesn’t remember the first night she met me & i understand. there were so many other things going on, but for some reason i couldn’t forget it. the lake was there, laughing as always. her ripples wouldn’t stop shaking her surface & all the moon could do was reflect. it was spring & there were still christmas lights hanging from houses hidden in the trees.
this moon peels off a few rocks from her skin & we skip them until the lake breaks down crying. we run.
after catching her breath, this moon says, i don’t remember the last time i missed you."
this moon peels off a few rocks from her skin & we skip them until the lake breaks down crying. we run.
after catching her breath, this moon says, i don’t remember the last time i missed you."
“Identities are everything. A person can find many identities which suit them ideally. No one is limited. Possibilities are endless. The animalistic instincts of a person never subside they are there to all degrees. Consumption happens in a consumerist society: of art of leisure of love.”
