i slumber the under
with gut pull drag
forgetting all names
i am tired, so will you
hold me tonight?
and when i
stop making sense
growing fungal
to the loam
bury me inside and
hold me tonight
deadwood and memories
howling to driven
let the rain come
falling and just
hold me tonight
we old crow frenzy
leaving trails of scarlet
trailing off in fresh fallen snow
standing tall of stone north
we are not your sacrifice
we are not your country
we are flint & steel
battle cry & cauldron
we stand of october
swinging blackthorn
without an ounce of fear
Disclosure: My use of those tools most often associated with divination are largely as randomized writing prompts, often with the intent of personal alchemy. They are not intended to be representative of traditional divinatory practice. My personal interpretations (and methods) will likely not agree with those found in popular culture.
to fall out of lifetime
into dream embraces
and forget an outside
imagine
careful, clouds
glide against ever blue
falling up into the you
imagine
lost roads in drift
over the hills and
far away, a heaven to
imagine
hazy daze drifting through
a forest filled with mists
a shrouded day of
memory's ghosts & steel
careless wraithing
a bone wight shamble
given to the otherside
casting about for home
dewdrops on the pale
naked for the grey
a rumble within shadow
stalking unseen
i swear
i always intend
to get out more
meet new friends
do new things
but—
peopling terrifies me now
when every word or action
is a litmus test to
determine tribal
affiliation
it seems more sensible
to stay at home
and not subject myself
to the world’s
casual judgment
I visit plenty of places on the internet lately for or by writers and I recently encountered this strange theme on one site where all of the writers seemed to all be posting in the theme of “you’re a great writer, keep writing” affirmations for each other. Some were even pretty self-congratulatory (“yes, I like my own posts and I am not ashamed to”). Still others were of the “everyone here is the best writer”.
Now… I’m not against encouragement. I’ve even partaken in it myself. But when it becomes a common, daily and reoccurring theme… I have the strong urge to pinch my nose and walk away from that kind of community. Even if it is well-intended community-building, it still smells like bullshit.
Write, don’t talk about how great everyone else’s writing is (and god-forbid, don’t tell me how great you think your own writing is).
What do you think?
Am I just being a humbug? Or does it feel like a weird kind of phony? Do these folks really mean it? Or are they just saying it, hoping that others will pay it forward until it boomerangs back?
a murder outside and
a drive-by suicide
laughing, what a joke
waiting for red fox
waiting for red show
chewing on that razor wire
where did you think
you might go?
i stone eye see
wondering at
the fuss of things made
while even more words
make timberfall from
scythed crescent to
sunset canyon walls
no more false assurances
no more casting out lines
this tightrope is far too thin
but this tightrope is mine
step once a million rivers
passing over and by—
careless memory
carry me to night
You’re learning, says Raven. A bit soft in the head, but at least you’re progressing.
I put another piece of kindling in the flames, keeping the fire. It’s fire season in the forest. While there is no big risk of flames causing mass destruction here, of all places, I try to be mindful of the possibility and restrain the firebug inside. It seems like that critter has vacated anyway, which is just fine by me. My inner firebug got me into as much trouble as fun over the years and I’m tired of manufactured crises.
(more…)longing catnap spells
both eyes draw heavy
sunlight warms
my aged face