Dog’s Mare Festival Tea  


A tea from Dry Ice Petal leaves,

withered for a moon’s month. 


Testify for the deadly skin

what won’t stay on past seven year.


Soak it in sweet sweat. Soak past midnight

well in moonlight. Heave brain fits

when hanging from a Job’s Ink Tree.


Hum shadow of Stinging Eve,

tongue damp of Wolf’s Throat Wort,

and thread a wreath from some

Wild Vine Hem torn from the gutter

of an abandoned home place. 


Summon ants along Witchwood Bark

into the pot and grind into soft

Blood of Adam’s Wound.


Add the Goat Hailing Hollies.


Dip the hands full in to whole stain.


Drink until light-footed.

Drink until blindful and singing.  




Larry D. Thacker’s poetry can be found in more than eighty publications including The Still JournalPoetry South, Mad River Review, The Southern Poetry Anthology, Mojave River Review, Mannequin Haus, Ghost City Press, Jazz Cigarette, and Appalachian Heritage. His books include Mountain Mysteries: The Mystic Traditions of Appalachia and the poetry books, Voice Hunting and Memory Train, as well as the forthcoming, Drifting in Awe. He’s presently working on his MFA in both poetry and fiction. Visit his website at:

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