Category: writing

  • narrow skin

    Photo by K8 on Unsplash
    pulling back a pond's narrow skin
    to delve shifting sediments below
    finger scrying a drift back home
    before our breathing runs and
    backs drum tension again
  • empty

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    empty of understanding...

    when i say i am stone,
    i am not stone, i am stone

    when i say i will river
    i do not river, i just river

    when i branch at tree
    i am not branch, but i am tree

    when i say of she i dream
    it is not she, but it is me

    these are times my vandal mouth
    should be sutured shut
    before someone sees
    these broken words i bleed

    soon, no one will call and read nothing back to me.

  • casting runes — 08dec25

    mannaz
    stray midday sunlight
    melts sieidi hoar
    so that stone
    needs never
    speak

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is mannaz, a rune that translates to “man” in the sense of “humankind”. The rune is associated with family and the social order, and in trusting the intuitive process or seeing clearly — both from within and from without. Mannaz influences relationships of all kinds, including those of a romantic nature and encourages compassion, for oneself as well as for others.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • stripped

    carving obsidian beyond bone
    scraping down to marrow
    still more: how can you cut further?

    by slipping to shadows of shadows
    to places behind the behind
    kissing flint in the darkest of times

    we grew of flowers once
    we grew of trees, now
    snow stained scarlet...

    stripped to heartwood
    we stand the granite over doors
  • casting runes — 07dec25

    wunjo
    silent the flurries
    eddy between boughs
    my back warmed by fire
    eyes all antler & stone

    in this forever—
    only the crackle-pop,
    wood devoured by flame

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is wunjo, which is translated as “joy” and has been interpreted in both the earthly sense as well as in spiritual ecstasy. It has been associated with healing (emotional, mental and interpersonal) and some sources connect the rune to luck, the act of making a wish, or applied will. Wunjo can also be the inspiration for creativity.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • Campfire Sessions — 07dec25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    Something about the campfire and the silent ghosts feels more burden than gift, so I slap my knees to signal that I need to get moving along as we do in the upper midwest, vocalize the requisite “welp” and stand. A few of the spirits turn their grey eyes to me, grant me a lingering look and then those empty eyes return to the flames. Not even a farewell wave then — the winter cold must be slowing them down today. Or maybe it is the daylight’s glare across the fresh snow that makes them blind. We gather in the late morning, although it isn’t without precedent. They prefer the glow of the flames against the backdrop of night, I’ve been told, but they will never turn down a flame lit in their honor if there is one burning in their area.

    I don’t bother with any parting words. Not out of spite, but respect. I am mirroring their inclinations.

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  • him, of the cart

    fingers entwined
    we laid side-by-side
    waiting on the fade
    into the morrow &
    wept under pale stars
    burning high above
    our pale hearts
  • waiting on perfect

    cinnamon the kiss
    you never give
    as we lean over
    café tables at
    last night's dream
    waiting on perfect
  • casting runes — 06dec25

    tiwaz
    having set to sail &
    rudderless on
    this ship of fools
    cresting the nine
    on the forever & ages,
    i now ache for her safe
    harbor to slip into view

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is tiwaz, which is named after the Norse god Týr, and the second weekday (Tuesday) is named for the god. According to Norse myth, Týr offers his right hand to the wolf Fenrir, who bites it off when he realizes the gods have bound him as he held Týr’s hand in his mouth. The rune is typically considered symbolic of honor, loyalty and justice, as well as of sacrifice. It may be representative of discipline and faith. Some interpretations have associated the rune with the North Star.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

  • to shatter ice

    seething a steel spike
    to shatter ice, to
    strike sparks to stone
    sever sinew & send
    a tattoo to bone

    pierce mine eyes
    so the seeing can begin

    shh tell no one this lullaby it is our secret to own welcome to this razor wire