seeking betweens in blind
i keep going back to the fog
clouding anne’s crown
crossroads slick long ago
feeding ravens without words
i was given a promise song —
naught but fever dreams,
it seems and now i slender
to empty and ached aging
long the trellis climbs
long trellis
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casting runes — 05apr26
algiz raven wool-gathers
while hopping through
puddles, spring rain
under twist-old treeA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is algiz, which may mean either “elk” (there is some uncertainty if this is the case) or yew (Old Norse). It is associated with the Otherworld, protection/sanctuary, and with guardian spirits/fylgja. The unconscious mind is also sometimes associated with algiz.
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 — 05apr26
exquisite corpse
and here is the nothing
this exquisite corpse we've laid
lines twist on transverse
turned in upon the day
a feast upon the empty and
graves cast within the shade
in witness to the lonely
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casting runes — 04apr26
hagalaz sleet seeding the ground
thunder lights tomorrowsA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is hagalaz, which has a core meaning of “hail”, which was associated with potential, transformation, renewal and change; hail is imagined a seed from which change will arise. Hagalaz is also seen as representative of things beyond our control: a clash between fire and ice.
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casting runes — 04apr26
On Writing “Vengeance”
I want to thank those of you who have been reading the first episode of a new writing experiment — or rather, it is an old experiment being approached from a completely new angle. It’s great to get the positive feedback you’ve been sending my way and it is encouraging continued effort on the longer experiment.
Next week will bring a new story from the stranger’s world.
A little bit of history and a smidge of road-mapping for those interested in such things…
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On Writing “Vengeance”
Episode 1: What the Dark Returns, Part 3
Vengeance, My Heart is a work of serialized fiction. Jump to key story links to read earlier content.
The stranger stepped back into the gloaming of the desert and the last of the humid warmth sealed itself behind her. As she stepped over the threshold of the Old One’s ruins, those six sand-chiseled eyes watching her emerge from the shadows.
All six remained frozen in time until the wayward son emerged and they pushed past the stranger to embrace the son and brother they had lost.
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Episode 1: What the Dark Returns, Part 3
casting runes — 02apr26
fehu accumulations cast away
two arms unburdened
of decades of weight
& heavy no moreA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is fehu, which has a core meaning of “cattle” or a more generalized “livestock”, which was a representation of personal wealth or earned prosperity. Sometimes luck played a role. Wealth and prosperity was valued, but was looked down upon when material accumulation appeared to be excessive, greedy, miserly or turned to hoarding, especially when those around you were lacking.
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Episode 1: What the Dark Returns, Part 2
Vengeance, My Heart is a work of serialized fiction. Jump to key story links to read earlier content.
The ultramarine-eyed stranger closed her eyes and breathed in, whether to garner courage or in regret for making such a promise, the pilgrim couldn’t decide. Perhaps she did it to center herself. It was not his place to know these things — he didn’t want to know. But he would not refuse such a promise of assistance, one normally reserved for those in a higher strata than he, as it had been sworn.
The stranger turned on her heel and marched towards the gaping black mouth of the ramshackle remains. Six dust-scratched eyes followed her passage as she stepped from gloam to gloom, the pilgrim’s daughter whispering a prayer that was only occasionally broken by the serpent’s kiss of sand over sand.
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Doing The Do
Some days you just want to do you. Hell, sometimes weeks go by where you just want to do you.
Or, at least, that’s how it works for me.
No explaining. No apologies. No regrets. No accommodations. Just doing.
What about you?
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Doing The Do
