Category: poetry

  • wood and wode

    Photo by HARALD PLIESSNIG on Unsplash
    with flames burning
    bright in his head
    he wanders woodward
    his wodewose embraced
    in feather and bone and
    of ash and of stone
    he slips between
    shadow and shade
    that lailoken of lake
    and of forests aglow

  • tangled

    tangled christine &
    soldiers marching tin
    on shadows & smoke
    with eyes casting stars
    --how bright they are
    a shower glittershines down

  • tossing a rune — 22apr25

    cut & cautery
    carve away those
    parts we do not like
    & give to smoke that
    not given to root
    not given to bone

    sun gazing &
    dizzy of dance—
    reborn

    Today rune is kenaz. The word has been associated with “ulcer” and “torch”, depending on which rune poem is used or name derivation you embrace. By extension, it implies flame and illumination as secondary meanings. Tertiary meanings come from ideas associated with those themes (e.g., burning, knowledge, light in darkness).

  • stone rains

    Photo by Kevin Hessey on Unsplash
    beyond pale bone pointing
    carved within the fells
    this cracked heart flinted
    veined of moss
    framed in lichen
    feathered at grey & blue
    here, i drink stone rains
    here, i bathe in sweat
    in steam's sharp relief

  • unsleeps

    i have been twisting
    bedsheets into ropes
    in unsleep at nights
    trying to untie my
    soul from tinctures
    of thorn and regret

    some black stones
    at the ocean and
    under a beggar's
    moon, hair flows
    rivers as night
    stars fall showers
    razoring fingers
    in the tweens

    a barred owl
    plays sentry in
    lush trees
    can i help but
    come when called?

  • trinkets

    Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash
    we are carved
    jagged of purpose
    we are wraps
    we are rags
    we flint, we thorn
    we tooth, we bone
    suns twinned, southern low
    cracked lips, nail broke
    ragged

    we winter in heart
    waiting for blood

  • ever the stones

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    there is a hollow in the center where
    only the trees & ever the stones
    know my name

    blind, the trailhead of myrkr & mist
    look to ancestors below your feet
    recalling we are all related
    spreading as spores & tendrils
    on & on

    remember november?
    for the chill rains falling, i sheltered
    at the hollow on the center where
    only the trees & ever the stones
    know my name

  • slag cast, drawn

    black wooden fence on snow field at a distance of black bare trees
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    drawing razorwire taut tendons
    tight breath rustneedle intake
    bury me leaves under shallow
    bury me leaves under stone
    rain wash silt the river down
    rain wash silt the river down

    fidget fingers making shadow words
    fidget fingers making broken songs
    fidget finger fidget misfit
    metal gestalt cuts memory sharp

    close winter my eyes of
    slag cast, drawn...

  • acceptance

    Photo by Ronin on Unsplash
    dizzy for the ringing
    we shambled to heartwood
    sought our way to breathing
    taking in the place where
    we are already beautiful
    if only we can shed skin
    and cast off our rags
    others have bound us
    within

    if trees accept us
    as we are, can we
    accept the trees?

  • in waiting

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    silence of a forest in waiting
    steel skies scarred spark & flint
    here she comes raining & how
    we celebrate her summer rains
    drinking her in as she pours