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    01Dec25 | 13.22 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251201.1322
    i kiss you with pictures
    windswept and forlorn
    with winter racing across
    the unfrozen pond
    everything stained scarlet,
    pierced pale & bruised black
    pricking skin in hoar
    to bring bright on pink

    i kiss you in pictures
    burning as flame draws fire
    burrow deep, now
    under the root's tangle
    bury me deep inside
    & draw me ever down

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry

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    with pictures

  • casting runes — 01dec25

    01Dec25 | 11.16 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251201.1116
    mannaz
    flint to flesh
    scars to wash the blind
    she waits on blood to briar
    to staunch the stinging
    with her coldstone kiss

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is mannaz, a rune that translates to “man” in the sense of “humankind”. The rune is associated with family and the social order, and in trusting the intuitive process or seeing clearly — both from within and from without. Mannaz influences relationships of all kinds, including those of a romantic nature and encourages compassion, for oneself as well as for others.

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


    tagged:

    mannaz, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry

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  • Death at the Wharf

    01Dec25 | 10.00 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251201.1000
    Photo by Izzy E on Unsplash

    I was murdered at Fisherman’s Wharf late one night in the month of July, way back when in 1995.

    (more…)

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, flash fiction, new weird

    filed under:

    prose

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    Death at the Wharf

  • to see

    30Nov25 | 21.11 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251130.2111
    this nothingness,
    a rope around my feet
    marked in stains & aches
    burnt remains
    sullied & unclean
    grasping at waters
    waiting blind for to see

    go away cold
    i give hills empty

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry

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    to see

  • Half-penny thoughts — 30nov25

    30Nov25 | 18.12 CST
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251130.1812

    Sometimes dreams are just dreams. I get it — if all of our dreams were always meaningful, insightful and future-seeing, we’d put all of the oneiromancers out there out of business. Or give them panic attacks when we call them in to join us in the dreaming to help interpret and…

    Whatever.

    But there are dreams and the are Dreams. The proper noun versions demand you pay attention to their contents, which the other ones might linger on the fringes of memory until the morning fog burns off (if your lucky). And that’s only if they are particularly good or bad.

    (more…)

    tagged:

    dreams vs Dreams, half-penny thoughts, the dreaming

    filed under:

    thinking

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