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  • tossing a rune — 02oct25

    02Oct25 | 11.06 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251002.1106
    ansuz
    a turning away
    with one eye blind
    but some things
    cannot be unseen

    a heavy sigh
    for the dead & dying—
    a heartache but
    for all the reaping

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is ansuz, which has a core meaning “a god” (intended to be Odin), “mouth” or “breath”. Odin is representative of many, many things… in this case, ansuz is most representative of the mouth/breath (speech) that gives life to poetry, magic, song, language, and spirit — largely inseparable in the Viking worldview — and Odin is considered the supreme master of these intertwined concepts.

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


    tagged:

    ansuz, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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  • night skin you, day skin you

    02Oct25 | 09.00 CDT
    night skin you, day skin you
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251002.0900
    a dream of
    night skin you & day skin you
    crawling from the barrows
    to give to hold, drinking you in
    before the everblind

    leave me to slumber at
    the foot of your altar
    with peekaboo sunshine
    warming the empty of eye
    let this mantic fade from view

    a nightmare of
    night skin you & day skin you
    crawling from make-dust
    from the depths of our youth

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, the dreaming

    filed under:

    poetry

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  • first kiss

    01Oct25 | 21.29 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251001.2129

    [response]

    stone raven black
    her slow hand turns
    on the moon
    in lace and silhouette
    waiting on dusk
    to kiss me
    a bridge closer home,
    ever to her side

    [call]

    Laughing into the fire
    Is it always like this?
    Flesh and blood and the first kiss
    The first colors, the first kiss

    ~ Siamese Twins


    tagged:

    betwixt and between, experimentation, melancholia, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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  • digging in the middens

    01Oct25 | 10.48 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 251001.1048

    I am having a bit of a dry spell when it comes to creative writing, which is neither unusual or much of a bother.

    When the desert decides to take up residence in my head, I sometimes power through and other times I find “less creative” ways to keep writing (like this post). I don’t let it bother me when the ideas go fooom and I am left with a cranium filled mostly with fluff. But I do keep writing when that happens because I invariably discover something I want to write about as I am “just writing”.

    (more…)

    tagged:

    dry spell, vague ideas, witcher, writing about writing

    filed under:

    junk drawer, thinking, writing

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  • stupid words

    30Sep25 | 13.32 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250930.1332
    sometimes
    it is all just shite
    and there's nothing
    to be done but write
    every stupid word you think

    t'hell with poetry prose
    give them a bop on the nose
    and run away run away
    run away 'til you fall
    off the cliff of egocide

    and sometimes
    what you write is still
    nothing but shite
    and a bruised ego
    is all that's left for show...

    runawayrunawayrun

    tagged:

    drek, shite

    filed under:

    junk drawer

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