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  • casting runes — 14apr26

    14Apr26 | 13.18 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260414.1318
    sowilo
    after this long
    wræclāst of wander to
    stone step ragged roads
    marked in wrap and rag
    and thorn

    light thrusts through
    eiderdown above
    warming face and stone

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is sowilo, the sun. Sowilo is the source of enlightenment, for lighting the way and illumination. It is also called the “icebreaker” and gives power to an “attack”, ensuring success and/or prosperity. This rune also represents hope, the light at the end of a long darkness.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

    tagged:

    poetry, rewilding, rune, sowilo

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • Sunshine Blogger Award

    14Apr26 | 08.29 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260414.0829

    The Sunshine Blogger Award is making the round again this year. Generally, I don’t participate as it is intended you participate when it has come my way (posting commented answers to the posed questions but not posting as a participant). However, Veselin, Natalie, and Sandy have all kindly nominated me to be a recipient in this round and I feel like I should act as part of the community rather than stand outside of it.

    Thank you, all three of you for the nominations. If I forgot someone who recently nominated me, please let me know so I can correct that.

    So, for the first time since these awards started circulating…

    Let’s do this thing.


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    tagged:

    community, sunshine blogger award

    filed under:

    junk drawer
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  • burnt toast

    14Apr26 | 03.53 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260414.0353
    burnt toast persists
    a gift from those wee
    those best unseen
    lingering at the shadow
    i have not the dream
    to share that their gift
    is welcome not in these
    grey hours kissed
    with gold

    tagged:

    new folklore, phantom smells, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • Episode 3: What Walks On, Part 1

    13Apr26 | 12.18 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260413.1218

    Vengeance, My Heart is a work of serialized fiction. Jump to key story links to read earlier content.

    The wind carried them to her.

    At first there were the smells — burning mesquite lilted on the air, teasing tendrils caught in faint, then ever stronger plumes. Then musk of horse mixed with the odor of unwashed bodies of travelers, sour on the currents, tantalizing with the promise of something more than mirage.

    Fallow caught the smells too, turning her ears forward, the tempo of her gait increasing by the smallest fraction of a beat. She whinnied as if to tell the stranger that there was a camp ahead of them, in case the signs were missed by her rider. Camp meant people. And where there were people, there might be horses. And other horses might mean feed.

    Of the crow, there was no sign. It had gone its own way some time ago as it was wont to do — somewhere ahead of her in the scrub, she reckoned, in the mesquite along the mesa’s foot. The stranger hardly gave the matter more than the briefest of thoughts.

    (more…)

    tagged:

    ash & thorn, episodic fiction, gothic western, serialized fiction, vengeance my heart

    filed under:

    Ash & Thorn — Vengeance, My Heart, serial fiction
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  • Wandering eyes

    13Apr26 | 09.24 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260413.0924

    I will admit it. I occasionally check out other platforms to deliver my writing on. You know, like that meme of the guy checking out another girl while holding his significant other’s hand and her being appalled… Yeah, I’m the guy, the sig other is WordPress and I am ogling the other services.

    While there is a lot of positives to be said about WordPress, there is also 20+ years of baggage that comes with the platform. In trying to be everything to everyone it does have elements that are bloated for your average blogger. Some of that slow-down is self-inflicted when you add plugins (which have their own security risks), but there are plenty of parts under the hood that most of you never have seen, let alone used or needed.

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    tagged:

    blog, other platforms, site design, sites

    filed under:

    thinking
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  • galdr: now in hardcover

    12Apr26 | 21.00 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260412.2100

    hey all.

    a new addition of my first published book is now in larger format and available in hardcover. i just got my copy today and it looks great.

    if you haven’t purchased it previously, and feel like giving me a little support, you should check out the larger size and consider purchasing a copy.

    — via amazon —

    tagged:

    books, galdr, shameless self promotion

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • river her river

    12Apr26 | 19.30 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260412.1930
    i stare to shadow
    a longing to bleed clean
    to scrape to bone me and
    tumble stone like i once knew

    river her name river
    this she is song whispered
    on the wind of reeds
    summer swept over waters

    cross cut the barbedwire
    cling the ruddy fur between
    run though shadow and song
    river her name river
    bleeds clean

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • [Retracted] Potentially bad idea

    12Apr26 | 09.10 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260412.0910

    I decided to remove this post because I’m less interested in the conversation that I originally imagined.

    Please disregard if it shows up in your feed as the original post.

    tagged:


    filed under:

    junk drawer
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  • drift, unrudder drift

    11Apr26 | 22.47 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260411.2247
    on the drift, unrudder
    since lilac scented at
    fisherman's wharf
    in a pinch of snuff

    the bouys no longer
    ring warnings, love
    before boats break
    against the rocks

    rain pierces waves
    at the unrudder drift

    tagged:

    lugubrious, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • Suchness and Winter Words

    11Apr26 | 15.31 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260411.1531

    Maybe it’s the day.

    Or maybe I’m just done.

    Watched an old All About Eve video. It doesn’t matter which.

    We’ll use Wild Hearted Woman/Every Angel. Why not? It’s even got annoying credits running through the second song. And it’s cut off. Brilliant.

    “Michael, what am I supposed to take away from this?” you may ask yourself.

    Is it their best video? No. Is it something about All About Eve? Not really (I still adore Julianne, but that’s a personal problem — even therapy has given up on me there).

    It’s something intangible that I have no words for today. Lost little words Saturday, we’ll call it.

    Maybe… It is the suchness of those things… I’m tired of not feeling a suchness. In madness, there isn’t a suchness to grasp onto.

    Smile for me, roll your eyes. “Oh Michael,” you’ll say with exasperation, thinking you understand what I mean by this all. Except you probably don’t. Because the words were lost and we can’t find them in the snowdrifts and in the winter words of December. Shine bright, Lady Moonlight.

    Can you tell me: Are you lonely?

    tagged:

    wasting away

    filed under:

    junk drawer
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