• Small advice

    If you are receiving daily or multiple daily comment attempts from money-scam types of spambots, one of the patterns I noticed is that they seem to target older posts with open comments threads.

    Since my closing comments after three weeks (most real folks don’t comment much here beyond that freshness period anyway), the multiple attempts to necro my comment threads with silly, obviously bot-generated comments for illusionary money and get rich quick via virtual playing cards has evaporated. Poof!

    While Akismet has done a good job filtering those kinds of spam comments out of my comment stream, it was annoying to have to check for false positives and review those comments every day. A full 20% of comments on this site received to-date have been spam comments from the same two or three scambots.

    It’s only been a few weeks, so they might adjust their algorithm. Until then, I am enjoying not having to deal with them on a daily basis. You may want to adjust your settings for comments if you have a similar comment lice issue.

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  • hacksilver

    that tugging of outland,
    of going geilt, to wood
    embraced of many She-s
    beyond the bramble gate

    rub my eyes, longdark
    the better which to see
    wrap myself in blackthorn
    the better which to feel

    and should you
    cross my palm with
    spirited hacksilver —
    i may tell you where
    you may find me
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  • unfollowed

    you cannot follow,
    you cannot see and
    i have no words
    you can hear from
    under this tree

    i call you blood etched
    in this bleak season
    though i shake of
    ragdoll in fist with
    every word she speaks

    antlers twinned
    and forked, i hold whole
    worlds here under
    the hood of my cloak

    yet still,
    you cannot follow,
    you cannot see
    i have no words
    you can hear from
    under this tree
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  • this watercourse

    i have grown old these ways
    yet still young rivers born
    while i flow to their babble
    cutting a current of my own

    mine, this watercourse
    winter sets bone
    the bare branches
    for winds let go

    jipjipjip
    old wren the freshfall

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  • wandering mere

    star wires shining
    in aftermath hours
    singing green overhead

    wandering mere
    your taste on tongue
    hand on heat in chill
    washing over these
    tombstone hours
    hanging

    black sands shift
    witching away
    with each sigh

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  • spades

    discomfiture worn like
    a tight timed test with
    each drowning breath
    slipping under regret

    there is already
    hell being paid in
    spades and forgotten
    fading memories
    coming undone
    a thread unspooling
    into the setting sun

    it is no less than
    everything deserved

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  • Half-Penny Thoughts — 21aug26

    Whether in relation to my own writing or to others’ writing, I am often surprised at the interpretations readers assign to the pieces in their comments.

    In those moments, I cock my head off to the side like a confused puppy and even sometimes audibly utter, “Wot?”

    That’s not to say anyone’s interpretations of anyone’s writings is wrong — because writing that invites individual interpretation is when writing is at its best. But I am trying to say that sometimes those interpretations come from a place I never imagined might exist.

    Sometimes, that place in the comments is so far removed from what I imagined I wrote or read that I have to go back and see if we are referencing the same piece. And I am not always satisfied that the commentor and I are looking at the same thing, or are even in the same galaxy, let alone neighborhood.

    So it goes.

    My invitation to join a entirely and absolutely scientific discussion prompt for today is: Is this a wholly personal experience and am I the odd duck? Or it pretty much the norm from your experience? Bonus points: Do you disagree with my earlier statement, “Writing that invites individual interpretation is when writing is at its best”? Agree?

    Please Note: Right now, the US is phasing out pennies in favor of nickels as the base measure of the dollar — “What could possibly go wrong with that idea?” they asked after declaring the penny ‘cancelled’; no more $1.99 deals, I expect — so you’ll need at least ten thoughts before that threshold is crossed.

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  • in the meanwhile

    one day,
    i will slip into the long sleep &
    awaken in the october country
    to the scent of crisp leaves with
    a hint of hoar on the morn

    that is where we will meet again
    everything said & everything done,
    forgiven

    in the meanwhile,
    you recall vestiges of voice &
    i catch fragments of face &
    each will look to old stone north
    under a clatter of crows calling
    "look to the east" or
    "look to the west" to two
    stubborn thorns

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  • Stooks Before Reeves [one]

    “Mal,” said Man Rivers once time, gnawing on a tobac leaf like he always was as he wound up wire and pulled stake. “There come a time you have to accept you’re bein’ snookered.”

    “Howdat?” I asked watching how he coiled the snare for used elsewhere.

    Man shot an glance sidewise up to the steading. You could see that fatboy Lawson up the guardtower looking real hard like his attention was on something, anything, other than Man and me.

    My eyes narrowed.

    “I’m just sayin’ you need know when time’s come to find a new place to snare a bit of game. ‘Times there’s a fox waiting in the underbrush waiting for your snare to catch.”

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  • casting runes — 20aug26

    othala
    at night
    the Old Ones are
    the only things real.
    
    they stand fireside
    silent, slow as stone
    waiting for Whiteoak
    to fall.

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is othala, which has a core meaning of “heritage”, “inheritance” and “legacy”. These are all associated with home, kin, ancestors, stability and (in some interpretations) past lives or spiritual legacy.

    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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