Note: The 9 of Clubs is generally seen as a card of fruition, discipline, and mental fortitude. Because the suit of Clubs corresponds to the element of Fire (action, ambition, and intellect), this card represents the final push toward a goal.
come & firewalk
the razor's edge of dawn
burning sixgun dark suns
whiskey knockback tall—
shed no bitter tears
for when all is done
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Vengeance, My Heart is a work of serialized fiction. Jump to key story links to read earlier content.
She faded in from the night like a phantasm, clothed in all black save for the flowing cinnabar wrap layered around her neck, riding a pale horse that matched her porcelain-hued high cheeks. She moved at the unhurried pace of someone who had nowhere better to be and knew it. A large black bird rode the figure’s shoulder, its eyes reflecting in cerulean what little light the night sky had left to offer.
She might have beautiful at one time, Harlan thought to himself, but something had changed that — though he knew not if it was the tattoo he could only barely make out from the window that marred her face, or the dour expression she wore as she looked up and down the town’s streets.
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A little bit of venting this Monday morning. If you are not into health-related posts or venting in general, you probably can skip this post.
About twenty years ago, I went to a general practitioner with an earnest complaint about some generalized pain I was experiencing that I couldn’t explain. It was sometimes in my joints, and sometimes muscular. Sometimes both. I asked what it might be, acknowledging that it might have some of the source being in arthritis. I also suggested that because my mother had been diagnosed with fibromyalgia, that it might be a factor in my increasing frequency of inexplicable pain.
She laughed out loud at my suggestion. And I mean, nothing held back at all.
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seeking betweens in blind
i keep going back to the fog
clouding anne’s crown
crossroads slick long ago
feeding ravens without words
i was given a promise song —
naught but fever dreams,
it seems and now i slender
to empty and ached aging
long the trellis climbs
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raven wool-gathers
while hopping through
puddles, spring rain
under twist-old tree
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is algiz, which may mean either “elk” (there is some uncertainty if this is the case) or yew (Old Norse). It is associated with the Otherworld, protection/sanctuary, and with guardian spirits/fylgja. The unconscious mind is also sometimes associated with algiz.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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and here is the nothing
this exquisite corpse we've laid
lines twist on transverse
turned in upon the day
a feast upon the empty and
graves cast within the shade
in witness to the lonely
this exquisite corpse we've laid
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sleet seeding the ground
thunder lights tomorrows
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is hagalaz, which has a core meaning of “hail”, which was associated with potential, transformation, renewal and change; hail is imagined a seed from which change will arise. Hagalaz is also seen as representative of things beyond our control: a clash between fire and ice.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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I want to thank those of you who have been reading the first episode of a new writing experiment — or rather, it is an old experiment being approached from a completely new angle. It’s great to get the positive feedback you’ve been sending my way and it is encouraging continued effort on the longer experiment.
Next week will bring a new story from the stranger’s world.
A little bit of history and a smidge of road-mapping for those interested in such things…
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Vengeance, My Heart is a work of serialized fiction. Jump to key story links to read earlier content.
The stranger stepped back into the gloaming of the desert and the last of the humid warmth sealed itself behind her. As she stepped over the threshold of the Old One’s ruins, those six sand-chiseled eyes watching her emerge from the shadows.
All six remained frozen in time until the wayward son emerged and they pushed past the stranger to embrace the son and brother they had lost.
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