Category: writing

  • nonsense verse

    we cut away the fat:

    there is sun, there is moon
    there are seasons and stars
    there is above and below
    and there might even be here

    there are stones and plants
    the living and the dead
    what more can
    you really desire?

  • hermitage calling

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash
    hermitage calling,
    i shuffle to mountaintops
    to sweep out the debris
    from my simple shack
    a facet of memory,
    what hint of comradery;
    it is slow work with
    a single black quill
    but it pleases
    spirits when i do—

    we flamegaze the dusk
    telling tales 'til dawn
    between long silences

  • casting runes — 06nov25

    berkana
    pale lady riverside
    beckoning down narrow trails
    to where soul & spirit dwell
    carved of wood &
    filling of stone

    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.

  • dirges

    a dreaming of you
    and shadowfell in
    the forgetting at wake
    they sang love dirges 
    in the fading away
    slipping umbral
    of fingers slight

    the better suture 
    my lips tight

  • chimaera

    you grass your bare feet
    at the lowing of the sun
    crisp the burning red
    and dying golds,
    soles arched against
    the gathering of the cold
    and eyes gone grey
    for the wanting
    as eventide draws
    long shadows low

  • mere porn

    in succumbing to the circlejerk

    and inoculated in our pleasuredome

    we have lost all that's real

    the nausea seasons every meal and

    our bedmates, a chalked parkside fuck you

    and in-between the constant commercial breaks

    ever promise made: mere porn

  • casting runes — 03nov25

    othala
    i return to sieidi,
    for that is of which
    i am born.

    between bear & crow
    river runs in stillness
    my long hair windblown
    as the old man sweeps
    out a home

    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.

  • underground you

    i slipstream wait
    the skies grey move
    shifting, a spell
    tangled in
    a game of you

    slip down corridors
    stone and steel
    dragging sparks
    bright stars in an
    underground you

  • unwording

    wander the wastelands drift
    heavy steel the skies in ash
    trying to find a pale behind
    a belonging of place

    ever the outsides drone
    on and on into dusk falling
    gods know i have tried…

  • samhain rune cast — 2025

    pertho
    berkana
    ehwaz
    the bonecup rattles,
    counting pips on twilight—
    what are the chances?

    a raven dances crossroads
    marked with menhir
    waiting for dice to show
    best the path through
    gathering snow

    under the stone
    frames the door, her voice
    singsonging of below

    Each rune above is linked to my rune page on sceadugenga.com and can be clicked for a variety of information associated with each.

    Happy new year.