Horrorscopes for November 2013
by Zack Kouns

Aries (March 21-April 19) Thousands of years ago, there was an incorporeal night; you became flesh and the fall of man and you're eating grass and drinking from a filthy pond like an animal in the pasture.

Taurus (April 20-May 20) There are dogs at your heels with 12 eyes and teeth sharp and bloody to wound and to violate. Call out and be located.

Gemini (May 21-June 21) Covenant of the distressed worlds inside our selves. Oath and oracle, unity and the hidden Word.

Cancer (June 22-July 22) A small child opens his mouth and speaks oak and tendrils; crawling life that extends to far off lands.

Leo (July 23-August 22) Find fire in the passage through the mountain. Cast your clothing and your hair and your flesh into those flames and fowls of the air and ether emerge from the conflagration without that weight you'd been carrying on your long journey through the wilderness.

Virgo (August 23-September 22) A binding and a loosing. Fingers struggling with thorns, hands fevered and trembling, mouths whispering unearthed language.

Libra (September 23-October 23) Reared animals clawing for air inside a tiny glass vial that contains a vast city and an endless ocean forever roiling and expanding.

Scorpio (October 24-November 21) The seven regions of regeneration: you stand in the doorway and there is a serpent coiling around the throat of a fat, older man who is silently calling for aid.

Sagittarius (November 22-December 21) Reeds rattling in a storm and producing muted, dissonant cries. One you make an instrument of violence, the other you try to burn but it becomes famine and the last created thing.

Capricorn (December 22-January 19) Here is your lower firmament: decrease, limit, boundary, fear. Even honey and locusts are hateful to you. Rocks and water frozen in the stream.

Aquarius (January 20-February 18) Fugitive, wanderer; hissing like sharp air and birthed from crawling on the ground and vines that strangle the tree bearing fruit.

Pisces (February 19-March 20) Incarnate, I travel to your distant lands to drink from the source of your swiftly flowing waters, while you lay naked in bed and are so divorced from yourself that you believed that your streams have run dry.