Category: poetry

  • 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
    Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
    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

  • a sea of dreams

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    whiskey’d lovebites
    stolen from neck & lips
    midnight vanilla in a kiss
    as all time slipstreams &
    lovers sail on a sea of dreams

  • river west

    Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash
    river west through and sanguine
    slipping serpentine dusk over red
    tangled up in roots and memory

    casting scree down narrow bank
    a wish? or smoke on a prayer?
    it seems like it was so long ago

    but never rivers the same for
    as wheels cut ford —
    ever of in-between...

  • only winter

    black wooden fence on snow field at a distance of black bare trees
    Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
    i am only winter
    rags snapping crimson
    of the hard north wind 
    i am only winter
    and barren fells
    a stone field within

    i am only winter
    fallow, hollow, brittle
    don't let me in

  • tossing a rune — 17apr25

    who dares mount up &
    enjoin the winding path?

    ravens laugh in the ashes
    at a joke few will perceive —
    a snare that's already sprung

    While I don’t plan to go back to doing daily rune poems as I did at sceadugenga.com, every once in a while I might randomly pick one and see what comes out of my head, just to keep the wheels greased. Today’s was ehwaz. At its core, it has been given the meaning “horse” which, in turn, leads a multitude of other associations including that of fylgja — which is synonymous with the concept of a totem spirit. I imagine the ravens laughing at any notions I might have about control, much as they laugh about most of the things I think I “know”.

    So it goes…