show no steely smiles
nor crystal tears
as you ghost dance
this mortal coil
bound by razor wire,
guilt and shame
[originally posted on sceadugenga.com on July 10, 2020]
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Disruptence and Discord.ance
My break from posting new content notwithstanding while I do a personal reset, I am not planning at sitting idle, tapping at tabletops with forefinger and repeating “What to do? What to do?” while trying to find a Zen moment streaming Yanni.
As appealing as it might be to listen to Yawni all day, I am honestly trying to disrupt my personal thinking and writing processes.
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wraps and chains
gallons of ink have been spilled
etching razor blade words
into arms wrapped in the rags of
our stains
little changed in the years between
youth and age
till gagged
still chained[Originally posted June 23, 2020 on sceadugenga.com]
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A long and winding road
I will be taking a break from posting new material on-site for an indeterminate period of time. For the most part, anyway — if something tickles my fancy and I feel it inflicts maximum torture on you, the reader, I may post it.
But the fun (sic) doesn’t end just because I am taking a break.
I’ll be scheduling some repost of older pieces from the earlier iteration of the site over the coming days. You can marvel and be amazed at just how far I have or have not come in my writing skills (again, sic) since 2020 and onward. Some pieces might even be found in my book (now in hardcover and larger format!), which I have shamefully not promoted in the recent past.
[You should know that I’m terrible at self-promotion, if you haven’t guessed that already.]
I may also pop on by your lovely sites less often than I have as I try to limit my Pavlovian dopamine hits via interaction. Lucky you! Fewer undesirable and silly comments from me.
Why? I am recalibrating.
Self. Writing style and approach. Spiritual and emotional state. General burnout. Other things that I likely forgot to include in this short paragraph.
I am tempted to set up a Discord to talk to myself and for anyone daring to peek behind the curtain during this time. But probably not. That seems like more torture than most people are willing to endure. And I never listen to myself anyways.
Other side -> Seeing you
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A long and winding road
sin
some strange feelings
come with that fragment
a song not heard since
the late 80s
part is loath to stream it
knowing that moment
of remembrance will
be ruined
the other part wants
to let it play loud
until the kids tell me
turn it down
in the meantime
i fidget with the memory
trying to recall what it is
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Going to the chapel…
Another four prompts from Jolene.
Another absurd little tale. Okay, maybe not that absurd.
The prompts:
- laundromat
- shocking announcement
- person who takes shortcuts
- person who needs to remove a tattoo right away
Gee, I really love you
And we're gonna get married
Going to the chapel of loveThe sunlight was more blinding than it had any right to be, piercing even eyes closed tight against such insults and it sent my head spinning. Or the room spinning. Or, the whole world had become a giant tilt-a-whirl and I fought the urge to vomit up all the liquor I had consumed at the—
Umm. Record release party on the Strip. That sounded right, the answer hiding just behind the pounding on the inside of my skull by some wee gnome with a steel hammer.
After which, I think it was followed by an an after-hours rave.
I think. Things went all wobbly right after hailing the Uber with Jessie and that producer she had the hots for that we were chatting up at the release party.
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casting runes — 31aug26
kenaz ash remains... a smudge over each eye to wipe away a pale veil that lies, hidden of shadow & fey burning brands to light the way
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is kenaz, which has been translated as both “torch” and “ulcer” . It is conceived as symbolic of flame, which is the illuminated creativity as well as the source of purification/healing/cautery. Fire is a a source of transformation and unmaking as well as heat, passion and light. As an ulcer, kenaz can be associated with a fever or inflammation, perhaps a wound which requires healing.
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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casting runes — 31aug26
thunder rumbles through
'the weather is changing,
i can feel it in my joints',
sounded so cliche & quaint
until it became a song i sang
for my own
have you ever just sat with
your pain? talk to it?
embrace it? hold it?
sometimes you can
befriend your pain as
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undrifting
a hell-shackled drifter
with hot poison words
burning at the tongue —
were silence always
mine to own
but fire burns in veins
drenched in sweat i
try to sink heat down
ground out the fever
in the name
an exchange in only
shadow, puppet & flame
searing flesh with
each pass of the torch
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