Category: writing

  • speed

    Photo by Jakob Owens on Unsplash
    burnout the asphalt mind
    seeking speed, some racer x
    to leave those wending roads
    in rearview and see
    naught but yellow in dripfeed
    fading behind to paradise
    wind screaming much like
    his voice in the void as
    he leaves this world behind

  • wasting away

    Photo by Jan Huber on Unsplash
    oh, that doppelgänger you
    shroud of shadow & secret
    in the hollow hill below
    every wall a door leading
    to more walls and doors, but
    i have drunk your wine &
    i know that i cannot
    shake my fetters free
    all i ask is a kiss before dying
    before i waste away for
    the want of you

  • synaesthesia

    your winter taste
    in dreamkiss
    paints me in din
    let this shamble sing
    in threes without waking

    i never want to leave

  • if only

    Photo by Massimiliano Sarno on Unsplash
    having gone to drift
    through silt grit flowing
    and glaring being strange
    on whenever the wind goes

    left at the car burning low
    under a stormfront rumble
    the first fat raintears at
    the mourn's thin passing

    at cigarette's ruddy glow—
    sleepwalking the story's end
    how we wish, if only...
    if only

  • tides

    to sit of moon and indigo
    waiting on her pale and ebon 
    beyond the veil of sleep

  • The floor’s gone out

    Photo by Kelly Ziesenis Carter on Unsplash

    The floor’s gone out.

    I just thought you should know.

    (more…)

  • seems

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    sometimes the then seems
    are not really any things at all
    but other seems unconsidered
    that beckon with their call, so
    now back to the la-z-boy and
    the rocking and the nights, dreaming
    new oaks from acorns alone
    but no, no, don't let seams show
    keep all those seems deep inside

  • tossing a rune — 15sep25

    dagaz
    she waves at the threshold
    waiting to close the door
    until i finally show sense & cross
    over to her stone winters within

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is dagaz, which has been translated as “daybreak”, that transitional moment between night and day. By extension, it might also be interpreted as “twilight” and is representative of liminality, transformation, the space between worlds, and suggests walking in both the material world and otherworld.

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

  • broken days

     turning towards headstones
    these broken days we, under
    the curtains green falling
    & lost in the dream

    stolen kiss on the cheek
    in the nip of first frost
    woolen the warmth
    given your arms around

  • larking

    another nordeast night
    chasing phantoms
    through busy streets
    hands in hand
    feet never touching ground
    as the crowds gather 'round
    for the samhain fires

    would the i could
    i would be larking
    there still