• Towards the Within — Næturblóm

    michael raven

    © Sebastian Iskra, listed as “free to use”.

    I’ll admit that I haven’t been listening to music so much as playing it since I picked up my bass guitar, so I’m going to fall back on a band used to help seed my original exploration, Kælan Mikla, a three-piece band from Reykjavík, Iceland.

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  • red dirt

    michael raven

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    sitting the red dirt
    casting needle bone raw
    hey fox, ho owl 
    what tales do winds tell?

    given to ghost on promise
    tied leather, wrapped lace 
    turning on bright flame
    if the memory serves you
    well 

    sitting the red dirt
    between pine and swell 
    hey owl, ho fox with
    promises winds tell

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  • Another Half-Penny Thought

    michael raven

    I sometimes wonder what prompts people to answer questions which were never asked.

    I think back to myself, “Did I ask anyone about their preferences when it comes to pie? No. I only mentioned I had a slice of apple pie with my lunch.”

    And yet, someone tells me: “I am totally not an apple pie person, I can’t understand how anyone could ever eat apple pie because apple pie is gross.”

    I scratch my head and say the only thing that seems sensible to say:

    “Cool story, bro’.”

    I sometimes have to fight the urge to flash two thumbs up.

    Is it just me? Or do you encounter these kinds of random responses when you make otherwise neutral statements?

    It’s not as if I said, “Everyone must love apple pie! Apple pie is the best pie of all pies ever made! Fight me if you think otherwise!”

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  • unexpected outcomes

    michael raven

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    mad hare, what drove you
    to dodge the night fallen snow
    from here to there and back again
    all dizzy in your frenzy?

    it seems you lost your head
    the large crow said, as he
    cleaned up the mess of you
    left out in the yard behind

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  • neverclean

    michael raven

    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash
    this grove mine to closed
    sometimes gardening doubt 
    within the septic thorn
    black in blood scratched
    crosscut and hatched hidden
    behind a thin pale veil
    draped across my heart
    in neverclean

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