Category: writing

  • only winter

    black wooden fence on snow field at a distance of black bare trees
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    i am only winter
    rags snapping crimson
    of the hard north wind 
    i am only winter
    and barren fells
    a stone field within

    i am only winter
    fallow, hollow, brittle
    don't let me in

  • Campfire Sessions — 17apr25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    There is no preamble when they arrive, not even the fluttering of wings to announce their presence. Just:

    You are a fool, Raven says.

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  • tossing a rune — 17apr25

    who dares mount up &
    enjoin the winding path?

    ravens laugh in the ashes
    at a joke few will perceive —
    a snare that's already sprung

    While I don’t plan to go back to doing daily rune poems as I did at sceadugenga.com, every once in a while I might randomly pick one and see what comes out of my head, just to keep the wheels greased. Today’s was ehwaz. At its core, it has been given the meaning “horse” which, in turn, leads a multitude of other associations including that of fylgja — which is synonymous with the concept of a totem spirit. I imagine the ravens laughing at any notions I might have about control, much as they laugh about most of the things I think I “know”.

    So it goes…

  • behind masque & real

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    this careless secret, mine
    one i must conceal
    i bury it darkly
    wrapped so tightly of
    night velvets & thorn
    behind masque & real

  • reflections

    reflection of woman s eye on broken mirror
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    i do not look in mirrors or
    check my display window reflections
    as i drift on by there's not much to see
    there
    anyway

    i stole a glance at an echo
    beyond the simulacrum
    and found myself trapped
    in thrall with the ghost i did see

    what ever was
    narcissus dreaming?