I was murdered at Fisherman’s Wharf late one night in the month of July, way back when in 1995.
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to see
this nothingness,
a rope around my feet
marked in stains & aches
burnt remains
sullied & unclean
grasping at waters
waiting blind for to see
go away cold
i give hills emptycasting runes — 30nov25
algiz a new arrival, fresh blood
from unknown lands
with diagrams, maps & charts
speaking as they do up north
while describing my pain
"we must leach the poison,"
he said in my tongue,
"before you can walk
the shadows once again"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 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.
casting runes — 29nov25
thurisaz your secret name stippled
across my skin and
scrimshawed to my bone
carved into my heart and
crushed against stinging salt
waves dragging the undertowA 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.
casting a glam
ever to changeling
given to folk & cunning
ever at wild, ever of wode
given to seething & wood
hands see & eyes hear
many the calling beneath
bury the heart under leaves
bury the bone under loam
ever to changeling
given to folk & cunning
ever at wild, ever of wode
given to seething & woodwaystation waiting
at the waystation waiting
on the medicine train
with a spirit at the wander
all the stars in glittershine
pouring towards winter stone
i've enough of
mirage and mirrors
all sacrificed now in
pressing thorn to bone
whistle calling
as razor cuts the dawnmornings
ephemeral as morning fog
she drifts all hither and thither
unaware of the ghost
residing in plain sight
with her burning
all haunts go to ground
shackled in place and
never to fade awaycasting runes — 28nov25
wunjo a wish, then
since it is cold outside &
i am cold within as well
for the warmth of spring
on the breath of wind
with this coin tossed
to dark waters belowA 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.
casting runes — 26nov25
hagalaz dry lips shedding skin
with a raw aching to be
bruised once againA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is hagalaz, which has a core meaning of “hail”, which was associated with potential, transformation, renewal and change; hail is imagined a seed from which change will arise. Hagalaz is also seen as representative of things beyond our control: a clash between fire and ice.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
unimagine
i unimagine shared madness
wrapped of kohl eyes twinned
and mirroring the within
unimagine a phantom recollect
of promises bound in lace
another madness, another dream
another unworthy
we ghost nighttime streets
cobbled in maritime fog
forgetting unimagined
shared madness together for
a dreaming winterlong
