we laugh, fool & crow,
did we forget to forget?
— frost breath in the morn
For Ikkyū.
birdshit — 27oct26
2 comments on birdshit — 27oct26reblog: Be careful what you wish for (part VII)
Links to the earlier parts of this collaborative tale written with Jolene Rice can be found: Part I, Part II, Parts III & IV, Part V and Part VI. And now you have Part VII in your grubby little fingers.
I’d forgotten how far we’d taken this before I flaked out. Good thing Jolene is around to (finally) put it to bed. This is getting into the territory of where I get to be surprised by where she decided to take this.😄
everything falls apart — a serial
Photo by Sergei Vasilenko on Unsplash, design by michael raven AUTHOR’S NOTE and EARLY CONCEPTS
[Aug 10, 01:39] Recorder — fuckity
Well, I managed to turn that into a shitshow, didn’t I?
[21 seconds of silence in recording]
I don’t know what Kelly [kali] was going on about. I don’t understand. No one talked. If you can believe nails [Nils], he didn’t say anything to the kid at the store. I didn’t say anything to anyone. Even played stupid with DK.
Maybe he did say something like the package was mesh gear or something. Nell [Nils] would slip something like that if he got angry and forgot to keep that detail quiet.
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distance
grinding teeth granite
i would let red this river
run free for her phantom
naked pale in a morn of sun
to touch burn the winter
cruel hand, send a sign
with the ache of stars
longing to draw nearreblog: Be careful what you wish for (part VI)
Links to the earlier parts of this collaborative tale written with Jolene Rice can be found: Part I, Part II, and Parts III & IV, and Part V.
Funny thing: I did my field trip downtown Minneapolis today and one of the street people started singing “Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jo-leeeeene” as I walked by. I didn’t understand a word he said but it sounded like he was telling to write a song like that again.
I forgot that crowd. Always worth a few laughs when one of them gets it in their head to give a full performance.
everything falls apart — a serial
Photo by Sergei Vasilenko on Unsplash, design by michael raven AUTHOR’S NOTE and EARLY CONCEPTS
[Aug 10, 00:12] Signal — kali nótt
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Alice · 00:21
kali
WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?
i thought we had an understanding, aliceWhat the hell are you going on about?
Alice · 00:23
r u drunk dialing me?This message was deleted.
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casting runes — 22oct26
ehwaz tossing bones at crossroads
fingering spider filigree
tugging at a tangled skein to see
where each silk strand leadsA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is ehwaz, which has a core meaning of “horse”. A horse is often associated with journeys, travel and movement. By extension, it also implies symbiosis with another living creature or fylgja (guardian spirit), and the rune is associated with loyalty or trust. Any undertaken journey may be spatial, emotional or spiritual.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
everything falls apart — a serial
Photo by Sergei Vasilenko on Unsplash, design by michael raven AUTHOR’S NOTE and EARLY CONCEPTS
[Aug 9, 09:44] Video — Recon 2
[Video, POV: Storefront Alice identified as the location of Aurora Records, in front of what appears to be the main entrance of the building. The Mayo building is visible to the right. The marquee identifies the space as being occupied by a restaurant specializing in steak and sushi. Camera pans over the facade.]
Screw this influencer shit. If something needs to be said, I can dub it in later.
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reblog | Be careful what you wish for (Part V)
Chico’s Mom (Jolene Rice) went to some lengths to make this collaborative short story ready for primetime: dusting it off, sanding off the the rough edges, finishing it (!), while tempering all of my frequently questionable, sad attempts at humor and my editing skills.
The original idea asked:
What would happen if the modern cunning woman (or “witch of the woods”, if you prefer) set up shop in a tiny home just outside of the city, and advertised her potions and charms on the internet.
And then, what would happen if someone feeling insecure about aging or appearances (and on a tight budget) went to her for a potion to “be seen” like she was back in her heyday. Procuring the potion was as easy as asking for it.
“Here’s your solution, deary.”
However, there was a minor hurdle for the customer to overcome.
savage these the night
in the willowing autumn hours
i caught you ruddy of sun
burning at the dog end gone
i heard you calling the moon
down to your feral heart
to cool the flames tindered hue
savage these the night
and hold the teeth to you
