everywhere i turn
i see raven watching
roadsides, treetop
even at the store
overlooking children
of the first nations
’listen,’ they say
’look,’ they add
’there is a story
here needing telling’
the taiga tempts
blackened feathers fall
as they slip away
Category: writing
taiga tempts
relations
raven circles overhead
welcoming me to
their home by the ocean
bringing all our relationsthe cairns

The Cairns card from the “Oracle of the Morrigan” card deck here, the heroes
stand guard the pale
while at fives
while at nines
and under the sevens
unmoved by illusion
waiting in stillness
for those
who might find
their way homeDisclosure: 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.
turning away

Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash like wild horses
before the storm
here comes the
turning away
we have heard all
those plots before and
i am caring less
what your gods
have to say
i unbind knots
that blind stained eyes
and give over to both
the bone and the stone
crashing down
like a waterfall
when comes the
turning awayhold me

Photo by Amirhossein Kianbakht on Pexels.com 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 tonightthe badb

The Badb card from the “Oracle of the Morrigan” card deck 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 fearDisclosure: 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.
imagine

Photo by Kaleb Brown on Unsplash 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
imaginehazy daze

Photo by Harald Pliessnig on Unsplash 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 unseenjudgment
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 judgmenthalf-penny thoughts | 18jul25

Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash 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?







