On my recent road trip to help my friend Tara with her move — flying out to Alaska followed by a long drive down the Alaskan Highway and then down to Iowa — one of the things I hoped I would see was some of the wildlife… even if only via the moving frame of the car window. I wasn’t sure what exactly I might see that would be different than what I might see within the boundaries of my own state, but I was hoping to see something different.
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I am back home and I survived my 3500-mile road trip adventure. In fact this is my second day home, but I’ve been so exhausted that I haven’t been able to muster up the energy to write anything substantial. I didn’t even know how tired I was until I was about 90 miles away from home — that was when my brain gave my body permission to feel the fatigue of driving that distance in just over six days. And since (even today), I am drowsy and more interested in napping than doing nearly anything else.
It was an adventure, but if I were to do it again, I’d probably make far more stops to enjoy the scenery (at least in Alaska, Yukon and British Columbia). But we were trying to cover as many miles as possible so that we could get to our respective homes and settle back into life without have a household on a trailer for someone to muck about with in tow.
(more…)exwearsted longday
at twinight tween
fingerpast pointning of
torrestorm electricness
glowning thrumbled
ribbeling over
direly roar
there are no words
only silent slipping
between shadowed sheets
veil cast upon veil
and falling, falling
to the killing floor
pointing bones
scrawled words scrim
i toss the words to flame
under her folds
her hands
her rain
under her under
returns her rains
again
she follows rain
books upon books
entry upon entry
fusty future histories
after her storm
rain rain her rain
underwear sitting
naked skin taut and all
head weary in shivers
i don’t want the long time
i don’t want the rub
sitting in wait
for her ever
i give myself to mud
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
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 home
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.