Category: writing

  • 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.

  • new year

    i will rest my weary
    in her headwaters
    on her night of nights
    letting her wash over
    in my forest clean

    given as, i seek
    to stay a' dreaming
    a worn out husk
    burning from the inside
    warmed of her
    grim embrace

  • Morning coffee

    Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash

    I don’t mean to be no trouble, but I am thinking of dyin.

    He sat across from me, sipping his percolated coffee with one or three too many fistfuls of coffee thrown in “for good measure”. If you were to believe the tall tales he tells, he uses an old sock to filter out the biggest of the grounds, but I think that’s probably bullshit. Or it might not be bullshit and I’m just hoping that it is at least a clean old sock he uses for the purpose.

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  • some are

    some are dying days
    drying as we curl
    within ourselves
    stained ruddy & dun
    wrinkled & yellowed
    under a low-hanging sun

    drip
    drip
    drip

    a life of rain gutter
    cast-offs mouldering
    the smell of bridges burning
    on crisp autumn air &
    some are dying days
    between the spaces
    us, drying, wytching alone
    inside an empty grove