M. Ashley

Where’s My Tarot? The Lovers

Let’s play Where’s My Tarot? Can you find The Lovers in their all-enveloping love nest? (See what I did there? With the “envelope” thing? Nice, right?)

Could be romance, could be bro-mance—could be a fun couple, could be lots of fun coupling. When The Lovers show up, it almost always means a fruitful partnership of some kind, so keep your eyes (and forbidden apples) peeled for a Don or Donna Juan dawning on the horizon. Already have one? Expect a lovely little uptick in the loving soon.

If you can spot The Lovers putting their hearts on this shelf, chances are your own heart is wide open and ready to receive all the love and blessings heralded by this blissful pair.

–M. V.

Want to play more Where’s My Tarot? Find more here.

Naked and unashamed. Here’s the pair you want to peep.

Published by M. Ashley

I am an essayist and poet. My work has been rejected by some of the finest journals in America. Fortunately, it also gets accepted from time to time and has appeared in equally fine journals such as Word Riot, Inlandia, Brew City Magazine, and SageWoman, among others.. In 2002, I won the Academy of American Poets Prize for Vanderbilt University.
 For no good reason, I possess an unnecessarily dark humor which is why being third generation California Inland Empirian delights me so. My gods are weird. I once won $350 for writing a smartassed essay on “why the wise use of water is important in my daily life”. I am undoubtedly the Greek god Hermes’ special snowflake. I’m pretty sure I got into college via a series of fortuitous clerical errors.
 When I had to grow up and get a real job, I decided against it and stayed a writer. I have worked many odd—and I mean odd—jobs to support my habit: PR writer for country music hopefuls, resume massager, WalMart fitting room attendant and switchboard operator, and telephone psychic, just to name a few.
 I am also albino. That's why my psychic gifts are so strong. I traded in my pigment for magical foresight, because that's how it works. It gets all technical. Trust me. That's totally how it works.

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