Category: writing

shameful
I normally avoid political posts anymore.
But I cannot ignore that my city is under siege by a fascist-leaning, racist, murdering, and lawless Administration who is disregarding all law and order in an effort to eject brown-skinned people of all citizenship statuses.
We have rights.
The right to protest. The right to free speech. The right of assembly. The right to be free from unreasonable, warrantless seizing of persons and property. The right to due process.
And now? Our State of Minnesota is being threatened with invocation of the Insurrection Act because we are exercising those Rights.
The Federal government is violating our Constitutional Rights and harming the people of Minnesota with their jackbooted thugs marching around, harming and arresting US citizens (as well as immigrants) without restraint, demanding to see our “IDs and paperwork” to prove we are citizens, under threat of being Disappeared or suffering disproportionate violence if we do not comply. These thugs are breaking down doors without judicially-signed warrants to demand proof of citizenship and dragging people out of their homes. They are racially profiling people, and are often wrong about their race, let alone their citizenship.
I am posting about these things because this is a travesty of justice and the rule of law. What you see in news media from outside Minnesota is not media sensationalism. It is stone-cold fact. People exercising their right to peacefully protest are being arrested, beaten, assaulted with “less-than-lethal” ammunition, pepper-spayed, flash-banged and terrorized by the Federal government for “not being very nice” and because “they are not being respected”. Seriously. This is how thin-skinned these folks are: they are using military weapons against Minnesotans because we aren’t showing them enough respect.
The President and his minions are on his little revenge tour because our governor dared to run against him (as VP) and our state dared give our electoral votes for someone besides him. That is why we’re in the line of fire.
If it is not self-evident, I am angry. And, if you honestly love your country, you should be offended and angry by what is happening in Minnesota right now. It is disgusting and absolutely un-American on top of being utterly shameful.
I will close all comments if they are not respectful. I don’t care if you disagree, but I do demand you are respectful in language and content. I will delete or edit all comments failing to meet that threshold.
15 Jan 26
casting runes — 15jan26
thurisaz
```
we gnash stone teeth on
hoarcrust razorwire
we are icebreakers with
bones marked scrimshaw
we dance the ghost
under driving snow
for all who fall

can you stand tall against that?
```
A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is thurisaz, which has several core translations: “thorn” or “giant”. The rune is often associated with pain or discomfort (often for an important transitional or transformative reason) or raw power that may be destructive. It is also considered protective, regenerative, and is frequently associated with women’s menstrual health.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
15 Jan 26

weary on a river slumber

i weary on a river slumber
i give her lap my head
wrap my eyes in white
to mark the unseeing
to staunch the weeping
rags scarlet gone the night

taut rusts the snare
wrapped ever tight
around this throat
twine storm eens brew
upon where those cast them
a raging gone the night

come gloaming at the rushes
 a shattered waving winding
in the morning’s early light
i weary on a river slumber
wrap my eyes up in white
rags scarlet forever the night

14 Jan 26

casting runes — 14jan26
algiz
```
embracing skymothersun
asking for her daylight come
to pierce the shadows bright

grounded, stone me grows
'twixt the narrows
drinking a wellspring below

my arms hold boisterous crows
celebrating her return
```
A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is algiz, which may mean either “elk” (there is some uncertainty if this is the case) or yew (Old Norse). It is associated with the Otherworld, protection/sanctuary, and with guardian spirits/fylgja. The unconscious mind is also sometimes associated with algiz.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
14 Jan 26

little of this dying

handbare hip, we hold to night
caress of thigh to thigh to
drink you with raggedbreath
nectar sweet the tongue tasting so

we forget stars falling, give to
eyedrawn and sinking, looking
past doors locked against pale

leannán, drain of misery
let come, let call, let dream
bring me a little of this dying

13 Jan 26

ritual carving

i carve away ritual
peel away the chapped &
speak with raw lips
to swear to sacred love
again

she stands stones
above the water
everyday waiting in
each finger bend
in every finger fold
a flower waiting for bloom

hush

waiting on flows form
while dawn fills—
mouth to mouth,
breath to breath,
eyes give to eyes
known

12 Jan 26

casting runes — 12jan26
othala
```
lake facing lake
in underwater to go
slipping beneath winter
cut scrimshaw carved stone

these deadlands beckon
...come, sit, eat...
blackwing at wellside up
watching the old wind sweep
```
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.
12 Jan 26

when of me?

when of me?
.
.
.
when?
.
.
aching at return
nothing i know am i, yet
tattooed inside lip mine
a name a name a name
carved into my femur
cut into my heart
pinned upon my sleeve
pierced onto my tongue
.
.
asking as if need—
when, oh when of me?

11 Jan 26

waiting-sit

i waiting-sit the grove
clearing deadfall in tree
snow wash of weary
i waiting-sit the tree

stolen wind whispers
hush now, hush
stone carved stone
at edging double bottom
falling

i waiting-sit the tree
grove me mud of bone
kissed blood a’washing
i waiting-sit alone

11 Jan 26

casting runes — 11jan26
berkana
```
i dreamwalk as ley trees walk
her canopy shadow's embrace &
my head resting at her hills
drifting off in sensual slumber
```
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.
11 Jan 26