Author: michael raven

  • chaos

    woke up tired
    washed up
    dragged down
    undertow and gone
    rip tide out away
    from shore
    past jagged
    black stones
    piercing waves
    and the ocean
    it pulled me
    so far away
    until i approached
    a ninth wave

    i woke up tired
    washed up
    not needing their
    chaos riding home

  • casting runes — 26jan26

    ansuz
    left to dangle at
    the ol' hanging tree &
    i cannot breathe
    without you
    mouth to mouth

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is ansuz, which has a core meaning “a god” (intended to be Odin), “mouth” or “breath”. Odin is representative of many, many things… in this case, ansuz is most representative of the mouth/breath (speech) that gives life to poetry, magic, song, language, and spirit — largely inseparable in the Viking worldview — and Odin is considered the supreme master of these intertwined concepts. By way of the Anglo-Saxon Futhorc, the rune is named æsc, which is translated to “ash”, a tree associated with Odin and is representative of resilience and strength.

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

  • Hollowman

    I’ve gone hollow, with dusty cobwebs occupying the empty space inside. If you were to loosen the black leather lacing that holds everything inside, you would be surprised at the void that greets you.

    I don’t want you to be shocked. So, consider this fair warning if you elect to look inside just out for the looking for any curiosities you thought might be tied up inside. Some other thief or thieves have already lifted the everything of what used to reside there.

    Ahh, is that disappointment I perceive? That long, gravity-trapped face dragging to the ground, where once a smile was to reside, turned to the upside down?

    It’s not my preference to be primarily hollow, I assure you. My clockwork heart was quite the thing, I promise, before it was taken from me. Even the spleen filled of ideal was taken from me. I am quite empty, you see.

    With all parts cannibalized for the sake of entertainment of others, only my eyes remain to reflect the void within. Waiting for something that long has a been and unlike to be again.

  • casting runes — 25jan26

    ingwaz
    oh sure, they said
    put your head inside, they said
    inside, you'll find a grand surprise

    it was all the rage, & so we did
    one cinch, one twist
    & we pushed dead

    A 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.

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

  • Follow-up on State-sponsored terrorists invading Minnesota

    Photo of Alex Pretti, the 37yo man who was ruthlessly murdered this morning by Federal agents. Photo was captured on The Guardian, January 24, 2026.

    Sympathy goes out to the family and friends of Alex Pretti. From all accounts he was a giant asset to our city. He was not a criminal or part of a far-left conspiracy bullshit thing they will try to paint him as. He was normal, hardworking, and probably better person than most of us. He was a goddamn VA nurse, for fuck’s sake.

    Unlike his killers, he brought life to his world. By all account he loved and cared for people.

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