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  • casting runes — 15oct25

    15Oct25 | 08.29 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251015.0829
    tiwaz
    wearing knotted hounds
    around an arm
    used to mean something
    but it was not long
    before the world's hungry wolves
    gnawed until even those
    ideals were devoured away

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is tiwaz, which is named after the Norse god Týr, and the second weekday (Tuesday) is named for the god. According to Norse myth, Týr sacrifices his right hand to the wolf Fenrir, who bites it off when he realizes the gods have bound him. The rune is typically considered symbolic of honor, loyalty and justice, as well as of sacrifice. It may be representative of discipline and faith. Some interpretations have associated the rune with the North Star.

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

    tagged:

    poetry, rewilding, rune, tiwaz

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • honey

    14Oct25 | 12.56 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251014.1256
    top view of bees putting honey
    Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
    she gushed candied lies
    something saccharine fierce
    living labyrinthine sweet but
    only fools fall for her
    promised treat

    empty hands & honey
    stolen child & treacle
    too sweet too sweet too sweet

    tagged:

    experimentation, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • Waiting for the interurban

    14Oct25 | 10.28 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251014.1028
    city street with cars during night time
    Photo by Josh Hild on Pexels.com

    The bus was running late, as usual. The only sensible thing to do in such conditions is to smoke a cigarette, as far as Paul was concerned. So he did.

    “I’ve run out of fucks to give,” he said, dropping a pinch of tobacco into the cigarette paper. He shifted the distribution of the tan, shredded leaf, pushing it to the edges of the paper. The amount was still unsatisfactory by whatever criteria he had, so another pinch was added shifted about until he was satisfied and his fingers started their practiced rolling to transform the package into a serviceable cigarette.

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    tagged:

    experimentation, flash fiction

    filed under:

    prose
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  • Ray Bradbury Quote

    14Oct25 | 08.36 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251014.0836
    Photo by Sasha Matveeva on Unsplash

    “First of all, it was October, a rare month for boys. Not that all months aren’t rare. But there be bad and good, as the pirates say. Take September, a bad month: school begins. Consider August, a good month: school hasn’t begun yet. July, well, July’s really fine: there’s no chance in the world for school. June, no doubting it, June’s best of all, for the school doors spring wide and September’s a billion years away.”

    ~ Something Wicked This Way Comes, Prologue

    tagged:

    bradbury, quotes

    filed under:

    junk drawer
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  • Drip drop

    13Oct25 | 14.10 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251013.1410
    Photo by Roger Starnes Sr on Unsplash

    Drip drop, water in the well. She peers down between the moss stones and half-shadows to the water’s tenebrious surface casing ripples with each drop of dew gathering in the chill of the dark before it casts itself downward, a suicide plunge to rejoin the well of spirits gathered below.

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    tagged:

    flash fiction

    filed under:

    prose
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  • casting runes — 13oct25

    13Oct25 | 08.35 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251013.0835
    fehu
    for all our gaudy riches,
    longing is the incense
    which lingers after we wake

    A 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.

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

    tagged:

    fehu, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • getting out

    12Oct25 | 13.10 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251012.1310
    Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash

    I’ve decided that I need to get out into the real world and step away from my man cave in the basement more often. Although I am not much of a people-person, I have been feeling the need for face-to-face human interaction from people other than family members.

    Essentially, I’m looking to take a break from extreme isolation that has been the hallmark of my existence since I elected to sober up. Over the past 16 years, I’ve largely forgotten how to socialize, which is starting to wear a bit on my psyche.

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    tagged:

    gaming, getting out, socializing, workshops

    filed under:

    thinking, writing
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  • wisps

    11Oct25 | 20.20 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251011.2020
    Photo by Krzysztof Płocha on Unsplash

    Which cuts deeper: midwinter’s rime or a big empty?

    tagged:

    thinking too much

    filed under:

    thinking
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  • horizon roads

    10Oct25 | 14.35 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251010.1435
    lizard tails and tail feathers
    our hearts lined in trees
    bloodstone inside and
    marching square toes
    in steel rings and bootblack
    down the horizon roads
    scented with burnout:
    come night, she sings

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • in the unbelonging

    10Oct25 | 10.32 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251010.1032
    we are all immigrants
    here, in the unbelonging
    all swarthy and sullied
    by drifter dust and road
    with bold farmers' tans
    and gravity frowns
    dragging us down

    we only wanted world
    nothing terribly profane—
    we only wanted love

    drag boot scrape shoe
    we shuffle the broken road
    heedless of the dreamless slumber
    where nightmare monsters wear
    faces we call neighbor

    tagged:

    poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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