under lintel and menhir
to cross on the over
through grey dolmen to sea
i flint crimson to mantic
i print finger to snow
i stone with bare forehead
i press to the bone
sent to drift in the twixt
times veil rivers to blind
liminal spaces
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casting runes — 27mar26
laguz is she she or is she crow?
her stillwaters gliding over
there is little enough divide
maybe a razor cutting shoreA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is laguz, which has a core meaning of “lake” and, by extension, may be interpreted as “river”, “ocean”, “sea”, “waterfall” or a general body of water. Some alternative interpretations define as “leek”. Following the more commonly accepted meaning, bodies of water were considered liminal spaces, a place between life and death or the threshold space between which spirit and substance resides. Laguz is often associated with feminine energies and journeys via water.
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casting runes — 27mar26
what else?
just leave me pinions pierced
leave me nailed to oak
leave ink welling up of soul --
what else am i here for?
shrieking mandrake dreams
barbed wire 'round my neck
leave me bound and sold --
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SDPC Post-Mortem and Aftermath
Image generated by Gemini, with direction by Michael Raven Well, Miss Vivian Locke had gone back to her life of not dealing with exorcisms, divorces cases and whatnot. Back down into The Gills with it’s static rain and Cookie’s coffee. Mr. Cross is not what he might seem on the outside, but isn’t that always how it is?
I had fun writing Sunny Day Parasol Co., but I will readily admit that it went off in a direction I hadn’t anticipated when I started writing the story. In fact, I thought it had maybe 10,000 words and was solidly in the short story realm when I started. Turns out I was wrong at more than double that amount (~ 21,500 words, roughly 65 printed pages on A4 — for those who care about such things).
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casting runes — 26mar26
wunjo all at face to her light
rising on the eastern reach
to feel her warmth
against my cheek
to turn to her returnA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is wunjo, which is translated as “joy” and has been interpreted in both the earthly sense as well as in spiritual ecstasy. It has been associated with healing (emotional, mental and interpersonal) and some sources connect the rune to luck, the act of making a wish, or applied will. Wunjo can also be the inspiration for creativity.
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Other Writers — A Writer’s Shindig
Photo by Peter Herrmann on Unsplash I should have been more on top of this, but recently my fellow writer Ted Wallenius (aka shredbobted) pulled together about a dozen writers to do some short story workshopping and cross-promotion. Six of them made it through the gauntlet (the other six, including myself, started but then a little then a little thing called “Life” got in the way for us). Those brave and creative souls were:
- Emily Amsel — Loss Part I, Part II & Part III
- Stephen Bent — Trees Grow Around Wire Part I, Part II & Part III
- Jeremy Miller — Corrections Part I, Part II & Part III
- Sarah Orr Aten — Smoke on the Water Part I & Part II
- Jolene Rice — An Oily Mess Part I, Part II & Part III
- Ted Wallenius — Strapped for Love Part I, Part II & Part III
If you are ever on the lookout for some talented writers and don’t have two pennies to rub together, you can probably find something worth reading from at least one of these six talented individuals. There’s a little romantic fantasy, a little body horror, a bit of absurdity crossed with action flick, several literature played straight pieces, and something I would call speculative fiction.
It’ll keep you busy for an afternoon, for sure.
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casting runes — 25mar26
ingwaz i draw on bonefires
burning shadow
from the long night
the dance mantic
against tall oaks
& selling dreamA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is ingwaz, a rune named after the god Ing or Freyr. It is representative of a channeled energy or transformational process. It is also be seen as the male component of life, and therefore a symbol of sexual passions and the contributed “seed” of life (and, therefore, an aspect of one’s ancestral ørlǫg, or fate/destiny). Some interpretations conceive the rune as a symbol of darkness, solitude or dreaming.
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Epilogue
an episodic Vivian Locke occult noir
Image generated by Gemini, with direction by Michael Raven Sunny Day Parasol Co.
Epilogue
This is a serialized story. Start with Case File #1 here.
The Meridian Club had been a monument to high-stakes vice; now, it was just an open wound catching the city’s freezing rain. Red and blue police lights pulsed through the ruptured doorway, casting long, fractured shadows across the pulverized baccarat tables and the sea of abandoned chips.
In the dead center of the devastation, Cross stood up from the gray ash and dusted off his suit.
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Epilogue
under a blood moon
i cut my lip while
kissing your lazuli eyes
under a blood moon
last night, at least
a decade ago
it seems today
bone pale, you laughed
as you tossed your
ebon hair away
cast it to the stars to
wash my cut away
i only wished
i had listened harder
before i grew stone
in sternum and
memorized the how
of that song on the
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