my mind is on the drift and
i cannot find the will to
moor it anymore, perhaps
i will butterfly instead
one last
Photo by Nahid Hatami on Unsplash all i ask is for
just one last kiss
before dying
just that one last
chance at bliss
before i surrender
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casting runes — 10dec25
ingwaz drifting hollowbone
to fill of the empty
fall back, fall back
to slender dark cold
salts slip of memoryA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is ingwaz, a rune named after the god Ing or Freyr. It is representative of a channeled energy or transformational process. It is also be seen as the male component of life, and therefore a symbol of sexual passions and the contributed “seed” of life (and, therefore, an aspect of one’s ancestral ørlǫg, or fate/destiny). Some interpretations conceive the rune as a symbol of darkness, solitude or dreaming.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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casting runes — 10dec25
of giving over
shedding such skins as these is a
matter of embracing one's agonies
even when the fit has gone dodgy
back before time's mists rolled in
clinging sores and calloused regrets
linger in the tenderest of spaces, so
it is best, face set to grimace, to rip
and give over a hey, nonny, nonnyTo like, click comments or:
of giving over
Half-penny thoughts (pt 2) — 09dec25
In completely unrelated news…
Is it my imagination or are a lot of comments on folks’ blogs starting to look like bots/AI wrote them?
I was scrolling through a few comments on other sites and I’ve noticed that more of them are increasingly sound “off”. Commentors with this flavor of comments don’t dare add value to the conversations; they seem mostly to confirm and affirm. And the truly “weird” ones seem to miss the main topic of discussion entirely, often glomming onto something said in passing.
Maybe I’m just paranoid? Or a grump? Maybe I need more cigarettes.
In still other news:
I’minlovewiththegirlwhoworksatthestorewhereI’mnothingbutacustomer…
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Half-penny thoughts (pt 2) — 09dec25
Half-penny thoughts — 09dec25
Odd day today: I found out an old bandmate’s spouse was found unresponsive this morning in bed. Cause of death, TBD. He just woke up next to her and she was no longer there. She was in her early 50s with no real history of chronic illness that I am aware of. He certainly seemed surprised by the news.
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Half-penny thoughts — 09dec25
casting runes — 09dec25
pertho pips & bones
stonecast & thrown
cutting jesses & tethers
winter the winds &
gone on the driftA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is pertho, which has a disputed meaning and there is some indication that any proposed meanings might be based on a corrupted interpretation. The general consensus is that there is likely some relationship to ørlǫg (fate/destiny), luck/gambling or perhaps hidden knowledge.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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casting runes — 09dec25
narrow skin
Photo by K8 on Unsplash pulling back a pond's narrow skin
to delve shifting sediments below
finger scrying a drift back home
before our breathing runs and
backs drum tension againTo like, click comments or:
narrow skin
empty
Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash empty of understanding...
when i say i am stone,
i am not stone, i am stone
when i say i will river
i do not river, i just river
when i branch at tree
i am not branch, but i am tree
when i say of she i dream
it is not she, but it is me
these are times my vandal mouth
should be sutured shut
before someone sees
these broken words i bleedsoon, no one will call and read nothing back to me.
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empty
