i hate these games they play, i
start cutting up the words
start cutting up the pieces
and stare with heroin eyes
smudged and kohl, waiting with
torn fishnets gutter drenched
i teardrop the rain and ruin
waiting for the day you
feel these barbed wire kisses
humming on the wind
for the day you understand
the words i cut to pieces
with steel from heroin eyes
Category: poetry
games they play
casting runes — 01jan26

raido this stony road rambles
back to the beginning
a beggar's blind
under low riding clouds
rain pelts grey to black againA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is raido, which has been translated as “ride” and the implied “journey”. This may be spatial and literal in practice (a physical journey), or it may be more figurative (an inner/shamanic journey, i.e., útiseta). The rune is associated with cyclic motion and the movement of the sun. Some consider the journey represented by raido to be that of returning.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
mystery home
a smaller world i found today--
catseye azure in my palm
stained in beartooth red,
trimmed in carbon and coal
painting what i sought
to know
river washes over ford
time washes granite
carrying the mystery homeBe careful for what you seek, lest you find it.
casting runes — 31dec25

algiz we walk without even whisper
under a vast tree
some to sacrifice an eye
some to learn to see
growing laughter above —
knowledge that all choice is moot
for the gathered conspiracyA 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.
breaking
streetlight flurries
these early hours
wordbroke, we gather slush
chuck it gutterside
pretending we write
something breaking ice


