Category: writing

one breath &

ache on more mantic &
less onto dreaming
hand pat knee thigh
tears eye entwine
a dollar thin love
cut from small bones 
touch a tear to tongue
& linger nectar sweet...

something stolen in
that silence between
one breath & the next

02 Feb 26

shadow to light

something dies

something arises

both will end
in blood and in tears
wetting chapped lips
sharp ends dragged
ragged across
it all

come close to hold
both to small and in mouse
let us gaze upon limeslit
scrim and heavy
past aged oak and envy
here is the tale of night
in where

something dies

something arises

something comes of
shadow to light

02 Feb 26

casting runes — 02feb26
hagalaz
```
in dream confusion
hands changing hands
eyes changing eyes
under a foxfire glow
in slipstream shift
along parallel rows
```
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is hagalaz, which has a core meaning of “hail”, which was associated with potential, transformation, renewal and change; hail is imagined a seed from which change will arise. Hagalaz is also seen as representative of things beyond our control: a clash between fire and ice.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
02 Feb 26

slip away

chasing deaths head moths
through night gardens no more
and trying to catch falling stars 
ribbon cuts hands and so
i wrap myself in nadir's velvet
and slip away from shore

01 Feb 26

casting runes — 01feb26
uruz
```
cold drizzle falls
on stiff unyielding backs;
we endure as they
break their brittle metal
on our hardened resolve
```
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is uruz. The rune is named after the now-extinct aurochs, a wild ox and has become associated with standing up to challenges, having both confidence and courage, stubborn tenacity, and boundless strength and health. Uruz is alternately associated with the more raw elements which include rain, primordial potential, and the slag/dross cast away during the making of iron.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
01 Feb 26

windshouting

broketooth me at
fore of the storm
windshouting with
flint scrapeskinned
fingers instead of words
shrieking hoar at
devils in suits

eyetaken & ragblind
stained of empty to hollow
unsure if any can hear
these ribbonrent screams

01 Feb 26

ossuary

dry rot these bones mine
stolen blind from the pile
etched & inked in
india & cinnabar to bleeding
to carve away all dreaming
to flint shave all song

a withered heart on
an ashen altar 
waiting for a glint
of flame

31 Jan 26

Masochism world
Photo by Maxim Hopman on Unsplash
There was a guy one of my tattooist used to regularly tattoo. It turned out his client was not getting inked, but just getting tattoos for the sensation they gave him.
“Is he just a masochist,” I asked, having immediately decided it must be true.
“Not really,” said the Brain, as his typo’d business card proclaimed. “He doesn’t much care for pain. I think he is actively trying to avoid pain.”
“Explain,” I asked, befuddled, wincing as he hit the nerve bundle near my armpit. “Do you not use needles either?”
The Brain frowned. “Of course I use needles. He’s getting a tattoo.” He held my bicep firm to prevent me from flinching and messing up his linework.
“So… why no ink?” I said, taking a drag on my cigarette, for this was back when you could smoke while getting a tattoo.
“He doesn’t want it to stick around more than scar tissue.”
“So… Why get one at all if he doesn’t like ink?”
“He says it makes his pain go away” said the Brain.
“Riiiight,” was my incredulous response. “Oh-kay.”
The Brain shrugged. “His business, I just follow his direction.”
Welcome to masochism world, I thought to myself. Definitely a masochist.
It is years later, arthritis and old injuries later. The Brain’s client was right. Pain washes the pain away.
It’s too expensive and no one will agree to doing tattoos without ink anymore, however. They just nod and you can see it in their eyes: Welcome to masochism world.
31 Jan 26
casting runes — 31jan26
ingwaz
```
there are times
all life is as dream
with every line
blurred between
when all i want to do
is sleep
```
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.
31 Jan 26

jigsaw daze

my madness song at
yellow paper tigers
stretching from walls
i arm claw trying
to find a way out
all the while
grinding glass teeth
& chewing at tinsel

i have earned my way
to straw dog state &
mantic ghosts of that
neverpast & nevermore, sing:
shake shake shake dog shake

an ugly break at mirrors
in these jigsaw daze
no one could know
there would be
so much
blood

30 Jan 26