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  • snare

    21Jan26 | 21.26 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260121.2126
    cantrips give to thrall
    waiting only on
    a binding word
    before to draw
    the snare tight around
    a willing throat

    tagged:

    poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • lotus eating

    21Jan26 | 14.10 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260121.1410
    Photo by Nahid Hatami on Unsplash
    fingernail leys bind bare thighs
    red drawn in night teeth biting
    through musk and dew writhing
    we ache to be lotus eaters
    drowning in the sweetest wine

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, the dreaming

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • casting runes — 21jan26

    21Jan26 | 10.30 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260121.1030
    isaz
    holding our steambreath
    we wait for sunwarmed icicles
    to shatter themselves on below

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is isaz, a rune that is translated as the word “ice”. Sources associate isaz with a calmness, present moment or stillness. As ice, isaz is sometimes associated with standstill, stagnation, stasis or contraction; even at times as pristine beauty with seductive qualities.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

    tagged:

    isaz, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • neverseen

    20Jan26 | 22.02 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260120.2202
    spike pierced this
    pulsing gristle
    caged within my ribs
    i cannot stopheart
    this as i ought, nor
    severazor gossamer tethers
    untugging from afar

    all is ache and fugue
    while doves mourn their
    rose-scattered dreams
    in the sometime, i grew shattered
    everaining
    a wraith in neverseen

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, melancholia, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • Back to Tyria once again

    20Jan26 | 14.15 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260120.1415

    Warning: Videogame things ahead. Enter at your own risk.

    Full disclosure: I’ve been favoring distraction over substance lately.

    Some people find their escape going on exotic vacations to exotic places. Some people go out drinking and carousing with their mates. Some people watch paint dry.

    Me? I tend to lean into music or videogames when I need to escape.

    (more…)

    tagged:

    distraction, exploration, guild wars, guild wars 2, tyria, videogames, zengaming

    filed under:

    junk drawer
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  • casting runes — 20jan26

    20Jan26 | 11.59 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260120.1159
    othala
    she walks in beauty
    land unfolding
    to receive her while
    she brings her shine on

    earth mother
    star daughter
    moonchild

    these are our legacy laying
    under the blazing sun

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is othala, which has a core meaning of “heritage”, “inheritance” and “legacy”. These are all associated with home, kin, ancestors, stability and (in some interpretations) past lives or spiritual legacy.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

    tagged:

    othala, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • casting runes — 19jan26

    19Jan26 | 08.39 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260119.0839
    kenaz
    huddling close to your flame
    with my frost-ravaged skin
    your lips could heal
    these still-open wounds

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is kenaz, which has been translated as both “torch” and “ulcer” . It is conceived as symbolic of flame, which is the illuminated creativity as well as the source of purification/healing/cautery. Fire is a a source of transformation and unmaking as well as heat, passion and light. As an ulcer, kenaz can be associated with a fever or inflammation, perhaps a wound which requires healing.

    Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.

    tagged:

    kenaz, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • MLK 2026

    19Jan26 | 07.08 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260119.0708

    “The question is not whether we will be extremist, but what kind of extremists we will be. Will we be extremists for hate, or will we be extremists for love? Will we be extremists for the preservation of injustice, or will we be extremists for the cause of justice?”

    tagged:

    MLK, quotes

    filed under:

    thinking
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  • torrid cafe

    18Jan26 | 22.03 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260118.2203
    barefoot hanging at
    the torrid cafe
    pretending desperate
    to look away but
    a smirk and a wink
    and all secrets exposed
    in the red rush rising
    as he stands up
    leaving coffee to go cold
    all alone
    at the torrid cafe

    tagged:

    Oops, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • bury

    17Jan26 | 23.20 CST
    © 2026

    michael raven

    c: 260117.2320
    i would bury myself,
    your warmth rising around
    if i could but find you
    adrift within the dream

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, the dreaming

    filed under:

    poetry
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