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  • The floor’s gone out

    15Sep25 | 12.55 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250915.1255
    Photo by Kelly Ziesenis Carter on Unsplash

    The floor’s gone out.

    I just thought you should know.

    (more…)

    tagged:

    experimentation, fantasy

    filed under:

    prose, writing

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  • seems

    15Sep25 | 10.32 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250915.1032
    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    sometimes the then seems
    are not really any things at all
    but other seems unconsidered
    that beckon with their call, so
    now back to the la-z-boy and
    the rocking and the nights, dreaming
    new oaks from acorns alone
    but no, no, don't let seams show
    keep all those seems deep inside

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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  • tossing a rune — 15sep25

    15Sep25 | 07.46 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250915.0746
    dagaz
    she waves at the threshold
    waiting to close the door
    until i finally show sense & cross
    over to her stone winters within

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is dagaz, which has been translated as “daybreak”, that transitional moment between night and day. By extension, it might also be interpreted as “twilight” and is representative of liminality, transformation, the space between worlds, and suggests walking in both the material world and otherworld.

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


    tagged:

    dagaz, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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  • broken days

    14Sep25 | 21.42 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250914.2142
     turning towards headstones
    these broken days we, under
    the curtains green falling
    & lost in the dream

    stolen kiss on the cheek
    in the nip of first frost
    woolen the warmth
    given your arms around

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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  • larking

    14Sep25 | 17.22 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250914.1722
    another nordeast night
    chasing phantoms
    through busy streets
    hands in hand
    feet never touching ground
    as the crowds gather 'round
    for the samhain fires

    would the i could
    i would be larking
    there still

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, the dreaming

    filed under:

    poetry, writing

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