hermitage calling,
i shuffle to mountaintops
to sweep out the debris
from my simple shack
a facet of memory,
what hint of comradery;
it is slow work with
a single black quill
but it pleases
spirits when i do—
we flamegaze the dusk
telling tales 'til dawn
between long silences
pale lady riverside
beckoning down narrow trails
to where soul & spirit dwell
carved of wood &
filling of stone
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is berkana, which translates to “birch”. Birch are associated with earth-mother and maternal energies. Because birch is a “pioneer tree” which tends to grow in advance of other tree growth — especially after forest fires — berkana is associated with renewal and rebirth. Additionally, berkana has ties to liminal thresholds of all types, especially those paths to the underworld.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
a dreaming of you
and shadowfell in
the forgetting at wake
they sang love dirges
in the fading away
slipping umbral
of fingers slight
the better suture
my lips tight
Chatting with my mother last night, she mentioned that she had seen a new close relative that she didn’t know on a DNA service we both have used in the past. Color me intrigued, mostly because my mother knows distant relatives intimately, so it seems impossible that a close match could avoid her knowledge.
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One of the various books I am reading right now includes The Inheritance Trilogy by N.K. Jemisin. If you look out on the internet, there is quite a bit of high praise for her works, driven in part because she is a female and black award-winning writer of fantasy. When I saw a special on this collection for Kindle for something like $3 for the trilogy a few months ago, I jumped on it, figuring I had to see what all of the fuss was about. The collection normally retails at around $23 as an ebook, which is still a bargain, but I’m not above saving money where I can, especially when I haven’t read an author’s stories before.
(more…)you grass your bare feet
at the lowing of the sun
crisp the burning red
and dying golds,
soles arched against
the gathering of the cold
and eyes gone grey
for the wanting
as eventide draws
long shadows low
Except for romance novels (where it is, after all, the focus and intent), I feel sex scenes in fiction almost never add to the story and almost always pulls you out of the story as a reader.
Or, maybe it is just me.
It could very well be me.
(more…)in succumbing to the circlejerk
and inoculated in our pleasuredome
we have lost all that's real
the nausea seasons every meal and
our bedmates, a chalked parkside fuck you
and in-between the constant commercial breaks
ever promise made: mere porn
i return to sieidi,
for that is of which
i am born.
between bear & crow
river runs in stillness
my long hair windblown
as the old man sweeps
out a home
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.
i slipstream wait
the skies grey move
shifting, a spell
tangled in
a game of you
slip down corridors
stone and steel
dragging sparks
bright stars in an
underground you