i would bury myself,
your warmth rising around
if i could but find you
adrift within the dream
Category: writing
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casting runes — 17jan26

algiz her breath mine
gliding across time
my heart beats
same as her wings
taking to sky beneath
stones under these feetA 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 also 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.
acid rain
unfolding origami
i wonder if
gum foil unicorns
feel forgotten
before becoming
crushed straw dogs
underfoot while
acid rain lovers
slip down the drain
next time, i say
leave all folds
in placecasting runes — 16jan26

eihwaz time to ride with yew
under iron sky & snow
frostcrusted beard with
knifebit skin cold
drawing from Old
my ancestors smile upon me
do yours?A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is eihwaz, it’s name meaning “yew”, is a rune of change and transformation. It represents the cycle of life/death/rebirth and is symbolic of the axis mundi (the world tree). The yew is envisioned as a path towards both the underworld and the heavenly realms. Eihwaz is frequently associated both with poison and protection as part of its perceived dual nature.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
subject 19 — a short tale
Below is my short fiction response to prompts proposed by Jolene on her post at Poetry & More. Check out the link to see the criteria she gave her readers either before or after reading to support another online author. Follow her, if you want to be really cool.
I didn’t do a ton of research before writing this (and it is very much improvisational), so read it as a pulp tale, one not intended to leverage realism to any extent.
subject 19
Subject 19…?
His head throbbed in time the hum of the machinery all around as Elias stirred.
Subject 19…?
With eyes still closed against the brightness of the room beyond his eyelids, he groaned.
Subject 19? Can you hear me, now?
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