grinding teeth granite
i would let red this river
run free for her phantom
naked pale in a morn of sun
to touch burn the winter
cruel hand, send a sign
with the ache of stars
longing to draw near
distance
2 comments on distancereblog: Be careful what you wish for (part VI)
Links to the earlier parts of this collaborative tale written with Jolene Rice can be found: Part I, Part II, and Parts III & IV, and Part V.
Funny thing: I did my field trip downtown Minneapolis today and one of the street people started singing “Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jo-leeeeene” as I walked by. I didn’t understand a word he said but it sounded like he was telling to write a song like that again.
I forgot that crowd. Always worth a few laughs when one of them gets it in their head to give a full performance.
everything falls apart — a serial
Photo by Sergei Vasilenko on Unsplash, design by michael raven AUTHOR’S NOTE and EARLY CONCEPTS
[Aug 10, 00:12] Signal — kali nótt
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Alice · 00:21
kali
WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?
i thought we had an understanding, aliceWhat the hell are you going on about?
Alice · 00:23
r u drunk dialing me?This message was deleted.
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casting runes — 22oct26
ehwaz tossing bones at crossroads
fingering spider filigree
tugging at a tangled skein to see
where each silk strand leadsA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is ehwaz, which has a core meaning of “horse”. A horse is often associated with journeys, travel and movement. By extension, it also implies symbiosis with another living creature or fylgja (guardian spirit), and the rune is associated with loyalty or trust. Any undertaken journey may be spatial, emotional or spiritual.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
everything falls apart — a serial
Photo by Sergei Vasilenko on Unsplash, design by michael raven AUTHOR’S NOTE and EARLY CONCEPTS
[Aug 9, 09:44] Video — Recon 2
[Video, POV: Storefront Alice identified as the location of Aurora Records, in front of what appears to be the main entrance of the building. The Mayo building is visible to the right. The marquee identifies the space as being occupied by a restaurant specializing in steak and sushi. Camera pans over the facade.]
Screw this influencer shit. If something needs to be said, I can dub it in later.
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reblog | Be careful what you wish for (Part V)
Chico’s Mom (Jolene Rice) went to some lengths to make this collaborative short story ready for primetime: dusting it off, sanding off the the rough edges, finishing it (!), while tempering all of my frequently questionable, sad attempts at humor and my editing skills.
The original idea asked:
What would happen if the modern cunning woman (or “witch of the woods”, if you prefer) set up shop in a tiny home just outside of the city, and advertised her potions and charms on the internet.
And then, what would happen if someone feeling insecure about aging or appearances (and on a tight budget) went to her for a potion to “be seen” like she was back in her heyday. Procuring the potion was as easy as asking for it.
“Here’s your solution, deary.”
However, there was a minor hurdle for the customer to overcome.
savage these the night
in the willowing autumn hours
i caught you ruddy of sun
burning at the dog end gone
i heard you calling the moon
down to your feral heart
to cool the flames tindered hue
savage these the night
and hold the teeth to youHow to reduce readership
One of the problems of the statistics you see on your blog is that you have no idea just how many of those likes and visits are human.
I think, on a “really good day” at the old version of this site (sceadugenga.com), I might have seen several hundred visits and more than half of them will “like” the content. It used to make me feel really well liked to have a thousand subscribers and so many visitors.
That was before I switched domains to reflect my change in blog focus to be more centered on my own writing and the writing community (including music).
Roughly 5% of that readership and subscribers followed.
Let that sink in for just a moment…
(more…)crash
weary of these whale songs
i give over to bone silence
ossified in scrimshaw waves
no white-cap crest response
cast upon the horizon
before every drop resolves
itself buried in the crasheverything falls apart — a serial
Photo by Sergei Vasilenko on Unsplash, design by michael raven [Aug 8, 13:03] Email — Nils
From: NilsAndersen@[withheld].com To: Alice.Donovan.73@[withheld].com Date: 8 Aug, 13:03:19 -0500 Subject: dinner?
Hey babe, what do you have planned for dinner? Wouldn’t mind going out for a bite, you up for it. Maybe some of that texmex where they have those bowls of margarita you can drown it? I could use a drink after work.
If not, I can pick up some beer and carry away. China Garden, yeah?
Margaritas sound better. Need some of my good freind, Jose! But you decide.
Oh yeah, the gear for that thing we’re planning showed up at the comic store. Some guy’s comic store? What? are we superhero now?
Joking!
I didn’t forget your invoices. Attached. My money, your invoices. Everything double.
This is high tech shit, babe. I compared a bit and they don’t carry it at any of the normal places. Maybe Kali’s boyfriend knows his shit. Specs are off the charts compared to what I could find. My credit card cried a little, and I get it, but why so much? Punishing me wanting to come along to keep my girl safe? As you say, whatever. If it helps you with Kyle, I’m happy to spend twice the amount.
When I saw the delivery confirmation, I called the store. I mean, that’s a lot of money, and no signature. Wanted to make sure it really showed up. Don’t worry, I didn’t say anything about our thing.
I just asked the kid answering the phone if it came, he said yes a package came. I asked if everything arrived undamaged and the little shit informed me in a condescending voice that it was not my business and besides only the manager is allowed to open packages. I said, then let me talk to the manager. He sighed, said they weren’t there. I might have argued and told him that it was my fucking money, so they needed to check to make sure it was all there. He hung up, ignored my calls after that. Little twat.
Oh. saw your record on the turntable. Weirdassed dirge, you ask me, but I know you like that sound. Still, seemed like they could have sped it up and it would sound way better. Anyway, put it back in that sleeve with the razor on it after a short lsiten and put it away proper. You really shouldn’t leave records on the platter. Bad for them.
What a band name, though. No clue what the first part means, we didn’t cover it in school. Or my german is rusty. But Xmal Deutschland? LOL.
I swear, the only people who like talking about themselves as much as Americans are the Germans. Uber alles!
Hey, your thing about wearing the long sleeved pjs to bed. Too much AC? Lights out before you crawl in. I like looking at you naked. It’s not me is it?
Bored AF, if I’m honest. Sorry for the novel. Good practice my old teacher would say.
Let me know if it is texmex or carry away, k?
[Attachments: three PDFs — delivery notification, itemized invoice of catalog numbers and prices without item descriptions, payment receipt.]
[Note: Vendor name, catalog numbers and shipping address withheld. The shipping address is a comic store in LynLake.]
From: Alice.Donovan.73@[withheld].com To: NilsAndersen@[withheld].com Date: 9 Aug, 07:15:20 -0500 Subject: RE: dinner?
BIG HUG AND KISS!
Didn’t want to wake you. You looked all peaceful and it would have been a shame to wake you from that.
Thought I’d just shoot you a line as I was chasing the undead out of me with a couple shots of espresso before hitting the road to the Cities.
Thanks for picking up Chinese last night. It was delish.
Just scoping things out today. I want to get the lay of the land, maybe do a little bit of hitting my old stomping grounds. If there is any ground left to stomp on. Talk about likely culture shock.
Thanks for the invoices/record, too. Wow, you spent that much on me? You’re such a dear.
More hugs. More kisses. MWAH!
See you later today.
A
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