Category: poetry

  • torrestorm

    exwearsted longday
    at twinight tween
    fingerpast pointning of
    torrestorm electricness
    glowning thrumbled
    ribbeling over
    direly roar

  • toss

    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

  • her rain

    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

  • to mud

    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

  • mumbling

    the roads all fade
    in the rearview
    giant painted snakes
    a mumbling past
    ghosting away

  • taiga tempts

    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

  • relations

    raven circles overhead
    welcoming me to
    their home by the ocean
    bringing all our relations

  • the cairns

    The Cairns card from the “Oracle of the Morrigan” card deck
    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.

  • turning away

    Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash
    like wild horses
    before the storm
    here comes the
    turning away

    we have heard all
    those plots before and
    i am caring less
    what your gods
    have to say

    i unbind knots
    that blind stained eyes
    and give over to both
    the bone and the stone

    crashing down
    like a waterfall
    when comes the
    turning away

  • hold me

    conceptual portrait of hands with red thread
    Photo by Amirhossein Kianbakht on Pexels.com
    i slumber the under
    with gut pull drag
    forgetting all names
    i am tired, so will you
    hold me tonight?

    and when i
    stop making sense
    growing fungal
    to the loam
    bury me inside and
    hold me tonight

    deadwood and memories
    howling to driven
    let the rain come
    falling and just
    hold me tonight