burnt toast persists
a gift from those wee
those best unseen
lingering at the shadow
i have not the dream
to share that their gift
is welcome not in these
grey hours kissed
with gold
Category: poetry
burnt toast
galdr: now in hardcover
hey all.
a new addition of my first published book is now in larger format and available in hardcover. i just got my copy today and it looks great.
if you haven’t purchased it previously, and feel like giving me a little support, you should check out the larger size and consider purchasing a copy.
— via amazon —

river her river
i stare to shadow
a longing to bleed clean
to scrape to bone me and
tumble stone like i once knew
river her name river
this she is song whispered
on the wind of reeds
summer swept over waters
cross cut the barbedwire
cling the ruddy fur between
run though shadow and song
river her name river
bleeds cleandrift, unrudder drift
on the drift, unrudder
since lilac scented at
fisherman's wharf
in a pinch of snuff
the bouys no longer
ring warnings, love
before boats break
against the rocks
rain pierces waves
at the unrudder driftHalf-Penny Thoughts — 10apr26
This morning, I asked Claude to provide a general evaluation of the poetry on this site, mostly for shits and giggles. Sometimes I feel I am too close to my own poetry to critically evaluate what I write, so I felt it would be helpful to get the opinion from “someone” without a stake in providing me feedback — not cog greasing or a sense of friendly obligation to make me happy. [Note: Claude was not informed that I am the author of this site, so it has no reason to lean into saying nice things to me about my poetry.]
(more…)casting runes — 09apr26

nauthiz a question of need
fades the scene and i
wade bonefields at night
seeking sequels
in the beyondA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is nauthiz, which has a core meaning of “need”. Alternative translations have been “hardship” or “constraint”. Among other interpretations, nauthiz is seen as a indicative of a transition or transformation, a period of learning or strengthening of resilience, lacking, change, and impermanence — inclusive of other related concepts.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
casting runes — 08apr26

tiwaz all years stretch &
become one long thread
with fires burning low
letting go to quell
winter wolf's appetitesA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is tiwaz, which is named after the Norse god Týr, and the second weekday (Tuesday) is named for the god. According to Norse myth, Týr offers his right hand to the wolf Fenrir, who bites it off when he realizes the gods have used the offering to distract the wolf while they bind him. The rune is typically considered symbolic of honor, loyalty and justice, as well as of sacrifice. It may be representative of discipline and faith. Some interpretations have associated the rune with the North Star.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
long trellis
seeking betweens in blind
i keep going back to the fog
clouding anne’s crown
crossroads slick long ago
feeding ravens without words
i was given a promise song —
naught but fever dreams,
it seems and now i slender
to empty and ached aging
long the trellis climbscasting runes — 05apr26

algiz raven wool-gathers
while hopping through
puddles, spring rain
under twist-old treeA 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.
exquisite corpse
and here is the nothing
this exquisite corpse we've laid
lines twist on transverse
turned in upon the day
a feast upon the empty and
graves cast within the shade
in witness to the lonely
this exquisite corpse we've laid




