in succumbing to the circlejerk
and inoculated in our pleasuredome
we have lost all that's real
the nausea seasons every meal and
our bedmates, a chalked parkside fuck you
and in-between the constant commercial breaks
ever promise made: mere porn
mere porn
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casting runes — 03nov25
othala i return to sieidi,
for that is of which
i am born.
between bear & crow
river runs in stillness
my long hair windblown
as the old man sweeps
out a homeA 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.
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casting runes — 03nov25
underground you
i slipstream wait
the skies grey move
shifting, a spell
tangled in
a game of you
slip down corridors
stone and steel
dragging sparks
bright stars in an
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samhain rune cast — 2025
pertho berkana ehwaz the bonecup rattles,
counting pips on twilight—
what are the chances?
a raven dances crossroads
marked with menhir
waiting for dice to show
best the path through
gathering snow
under the stone
frames the door, her voice
singsonging of belowEach rune above is linked to my rune page on sceadugenga.com and can be clicked for a variety of information associated with each.
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Half-penny Thoughts — 30oct25
A couple of thinks on the cheap have occurred to me over the past few days.
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Half-penny Thoughts — 30oct25
Morning coffee
Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash I don’t mean to be no trouble, but I am thinking of dyin.
He sat across from me, sipping his percolated coffee with one or three too many fistfuls of coffee thrown in “for good measure”. If you were to believe the tall tales he tells, he uses an old sock to filter out the biggest of the grounds, but I think that’s probably bullshit. Or it might not be bullshit and I’m just hoping that it is at least a clean old sock he uses for the purpose.
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Morning coffee
some are
some are dying days
drying as we curl
within ourselves
stained ruddy & dun
wrinkled & yellowed
under a low-hanging sun
drip
drip
drip
a life of rain gutter
cast-offs mouldering
the smell of bridges burning
on crisp autumn air &
some are dying days
between the spaces
us, drying, wytching alone
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