crow calling at trees
a name of her buried
of cairn and cattails
rushes in the breeze
windswept waters
wrinkle at their song
so, too, the waving of
hellebore between
shadow and sun
Author: michael raven
cairn & cattails
Photo by Nicole Elliott on Unsplash tossing a rune — 22apr25
cut & cautery
carve away those
parts we do not like
& give to smoke that
not given to root
not given to bone
sun gazing &
dizzy of dance—
rebornToday rune is kenaz. The word has been associated with “ulcer” and “torch”, depending on which rune poem is used or name derivation you embrace. By extension, it implies flame and illumination as secondary meanings. Tertiary meanings come from ideas associated with those themes (e.g., burning, knowledge, light in darkness).
stone rains
Photo by Kevin Hessey on Unsplash beyond pale bone pointing
carved within the fells
this cracked heart flinted
veined of moss
framed in lichen
feathered at grey & blue
here, i drink stone rains
here, i bathe in sweat
in steam's sharp reliefunsleeps
i have been twisting
bedsheets into ropes
in unsleep at nights
trying to untie my
soul from tinctures
of thorn and regret
some black stones
at the ocean and
under a beggar's
moon, hair flows
rivers as night
stars fall showers
razoring fingers
in the tweens
a barred owl
plays sentry in
lush trees
can i help but
come when called?trinkets
Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash we are carved
jagged of purpose
we are wraps
we are rags
we flint, we thorn
we tooth, we bone
suns twinned, southern low
cracked lips, nail broke
ragged
we winter in heart
waiting for bloodever the stones
Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash there is a hollow in the center where
only the trees & ever the stones
know my name
blind, the trailhead of myrkr & mist
look to ancestors below your feet
recalling we are all related
spreading as spores & tendrils
on & on
remember november?
for the chill rains falling, i sheltered
at the hollow on the center where
only the trees & ever the stones
know my nameslag cast, drawn
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com drawing razorwire taut tendons
tight breath rustneedle intake
bury me leaves under shallow
bury me leaves under stone
rain wash silt the river down
rain wash silt the river down
fidget fingers making shadow words
fidget fingers making broken songs
fidget finger fidget misfit
metal gestalt cuts memory sharp
close winter my eyes of
slag cast, drawn...Bob Mould concert tonight
Well, I’m about off to go to a concert that I may or may not know enough of the music to really enjoy myself. It will be a great time, assuredly, but I have not been keeping up with Bob Mould as much as I probably should have over the years since his divorce from Hüsker Dü, a band that played a pivotal role in my youth. Hüsker Dü was one of two bands frequently cited by the next generation of “punk” music as having an outsized influence on their sounds. The other frequently-mentioned influencers were the Hüsker’s local “rivals”, The Replacements.
Nirvana, Green Day, and nearly every grunge band from the 90s will mention Hüsker Dü as an influence on why they wrote songs like they did.
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