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  • surrendered

    17Jul26 | 20.26 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260717.2026
    gifting a
    fistful of moonlight
    a'glitter of firefly
    taken to void save
    crimson nightsky
    surrendered
    wrists turned out &
    speckled with lovebite
    lake caught pictures
    swept on the
    bye by the bye

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • sketch

    17Jul26 | 08.54 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260717.0854
    falling in love
    with somebody
    else again under a
    redlight tonight
    he softshoes puddles
    dodging reflected
    neon lights to a
    wetless whistle
    —whisper, whisper, whisper—
    his wornout soles
    cold socks, damp feet

    tagged:

    poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • trailing

    16Jul26 | 13.39 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260716.1339
    barefoot walking
    broken pictures
    on kitchen floors
    numb for the tide
    ebbing to moons
    drawn away
    scarlet ribbons
    remain, giving
    legend to maps
    trailing to yesterdays

    tagged:

    poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • inkstained

    15Jul26 | 14.43 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260715.1443
    fingers all inkstained
    from my loveletters
    you never knew or
    you never returned

    weary of shadows avoided
    i practice in scarlet
    under rawhead stairs
    claws catching
    dustfiltered light
    hinting at dusk
    in violet hues

    tagged:

    poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • roots

    15Jul26 | 12.10 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260715.1210
    digging in the dirt
    i discovered roots
    someone buried long
    ago

    with an ear to earth &
    a strum with a thumb,
    those old roots still
    sung

    of a time
    running through a forest
    always towards nothing
    again & again &
    again

    tagged:

    poetry, rewilding

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • arrival

    14Jul26 | 21.33 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260714.2133
    i fold to forest trails
    in a meander with grey stone
    drone under feet and
    red wing cattail dancing

    oh dragonfly...
    please don't take flight
    we only both just
    arrived

    tagged:

    poetry, rewilding

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • delusion

    14Jul26 | 07.01 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260714.0701
    waking up from dawn's
    dining table daydream
    to the rattle-bang
    of mourning doves
    trying to fly into
    picture-window suns

    tagged:

    micropoetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • manure

    13Jul26 | 07.32 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260713.0732

    The older I get, the less I feel I have something to say in a world that increasingly has a counterpoint, even when there is no need to counter anything. Why bother when it just opens the door for someone who feels they might need to school you on whatever you write or say?

    Not that I’m opposed to hearing different takes on something. It it their need to be right that makes me scratch my head and want to throw both hands in their direction and say, “Oh! Bother!”.

    Work. Play. Here. There. Family. Everyone needs to have an opinion and their opinion cannot be swayed. It is vital that it is not swayed. And, if you don’t try to sway theirs, you have people poking at you to get you to sway your opinion, even if you would rather not have an opinion at all some of the times.

    Even this post is an opinion I’d rather not have.

    So, perhaps, I’ll dig a hole under the oak tree and bury this post with a handful of other opinions I carry around inside, tied up in a burlap bag to give the tree some manure to break down into useful nutrients for growth and find a use for the more toxic of the thoughts I carry within.

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    filed under:

    junk drawer
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  • songlets — GForce’s Sequential Prophet 5 demo

    12Jul26 | 20.51 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260712.2051

    Yes, another assault on your senses and sensibilities for about a minute and a half — time, I might add, that you can never reclaim.

    This one is more of my playing around with soundwave creation, this time using the demo version of a new emulation of the classic synth, the Sequential Prophet 5.

    Name a band from the late 70s to the late 80s that had synths and you can bet that they wrote at least one song with the Prophet 5. While there are other emulations of this classic synth out there, GForce worked directly with Sequential to get as close as they could to the original and revised sound of the analogue synth. And then they added more optional stuff for funsies.

    (more…)

    tagged:

    DAW, gforce prophet 5, softsynths, songlet, songs of two minutes or less, sound design

    filed under:

    songlets
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  • 自然

    12Jul26 | 07.51 CDT
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260712.0751
    there is only this —

    i grasp for words,
    those gnats dancing
    on the quiet morning
    between the perfume
    of uncut grass, clover:
    impossible to catch
    or wave away

    — a stillness, the only
    act remaining

    i let the gnats do
    what gnats will do
    leave the catching
    to those who are
    prone to catching,
    whiling my time in
    the weald

    Note: 自然, or ziran (tzu-jan), is a Chinese word for the Taoism concept that refers to a state of “just-so-ness” or “as-it-is-ness”.

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, rewilding

    filed under:

    poetry
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