Category: poetry

  • lacuna coils

    a blue face glowing
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    maltrusting and skirting
    penumbral lines blurred
    against falling rain
    cutting lacuna coils
    into the night

    oh mortal you
    trapped outside these
    chalked white hills
    a song in your head
    given to bone
  • grendel me

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    grendel grendel grendel grendel
    grendel grendel me
    marsh water bog body
    brown water me
    pierce me liver, piece me gut
    feed me liver, burning rut
    grendel, grendel me, grendel
    hunger on the night
  • gone to heath

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    my head has gone to heath
    mottled stone of lichen
    passing steel or passing sun

    under rain and dampening
    cold the wind whistles wending
    through the heath stones
    that make of my head

    slender spaces shimmer quiet
    thin be'twixt and 'tween
    here upon my hillock of dream
  • tossing a rune — 10jul25

    ansuz
    campfire pops & crackles
    set the song's rhythm
    spirits remain mute
    surrendering space
    to night's denizens
    so they may sing, too

    Another rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random.

    Today’s rune is ansuz, which has a core meaning “a god” (intended to be Odin), “mouth” or “breath”. Odin is representative of many, many things… in this case, ansuz is most representative of the mouth/breath (speech) that gives life to poetry, magic, song, language, and spirit — largely inseparable in the Viking worldview — and Odin is considered the supreme master of these intertwined concepts.

  • frost on silvered glass

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    these strange days
    come slipping
    between bedsheets in
    the night, whispering
    sweet nothings like
    long lost lovers
    looking for
    a last lusty kiss
    before our dying
    our winter's
    creeping fingers
    appear as frost on
    silvered glass
  • electric

    red lightning flashing on black sky
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    i do not want
    to be influenced
    or instructed.

    i want you to
    make my body sing
    electric with the
    kiss of your words
  • long, cool rain

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    i wonder at the
    absence of flames
    my world has been
    on fire almost
    every day and now…
    …now?

    there is a long,
    cool rain falling
    quenching the heat
    and i cannot
    identify the cause,
    nor why of it all

    ever so slight of nervous
    seeking a torch
    to now light my way
  • thievery

    woman wearing black jacket holding pink flowers
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    wearing other’s faces
    i saw you stealing kisses
    the consummate thief
    you are

    but i can see through
    your disguise and lies
    i can see a million miles
    away

    you know? it made me laugh
    left laughing ‘til morning came
    i tip my hat at your
    audacity
  • singularity

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    oh, this confusion of me
    balls into singularity and
    i can't understand at all
    what anyone might mean
  • chasing wisps

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    chasing wisps
    i lost the path
    here, in
    my peat bog
    pussywillow
    lean-to home

    pressing grey
    and velvet to
    face crag me
    dragging deadfall
    to blacksmoke
    open air screens

    muscle spasm
    twitch tones
    darkwater brown
    given over to
    chasing wisps
    down ol' peat bog