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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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  • riders

    30Sep25 | 10.15 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250930.1015
    come the riders of the storm
    with their galleons and steel
    with their spinning and yearning
    to rip down gossamer veils, all

    winds tearing through and calling
    for to take up the night's ride
    here comes the deadliest season
    lock your doors against that cry

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • letters

    29Sep25 | 21.20 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250929.2120
    having earned
    my place in oblivion
    i fold up my dreams
    with their creases
    and worn out folds
    faded blue lines and
    penciled words
    and send them
    to those swift waters
    running under
    a creaking old bridge

    tagged:

    poetry, the dreaming

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • Half-penny thoughts — 29sep25

    29Sep25 | 10.20 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250929.1020

    I made it to my fourth crochet row on a non-project (no goal other than getting more comfortable with crochet) before everything got really ugly and went terribly wrong. That’s progress beyond just beyond getting a foundation row more than five loops long. I won’t be crocheting any afghans soon, but it is progress.

    (more…)

    tagged:

    crochet, fabric arts, half-penny thoughts, meditation

    filed under:

    junk drawer, thinking
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  • casting runes — 29sep25

    29Sep25 | 08.15 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250929.0815
    ingwaz
    holding hands, casting winks
    we stepped aboard
    the northbound rail
    the car was crowded, yet
    not everyone's destination
    was so far as ours:
    under the turquoise veil

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is ingwaz, a rune named after the god Ing or Freyr. It is representative of a channeled energy or transformational process. It is also be seen as the male component of life, and therefore a symbol of sexual passions and the contributed “seed” of life (and, therefore, an aspect of one’s ancestral ørlǫg, or fate/destiny). Some interpretations conceive the rune as a symbol of darkness, solitude or dreaming.

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

    tagged:

    ingwaz, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry
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  • sitting

    28Sep25 | 21.10 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250928.2110
    at slipping out of no-thought 
    while at doing no-thing
    remembering the beforewhen
    where sitting was just
    for the sitting and
    considering a return
    to not doing anything
    but sitting once again

    tagged:

    betwixt and between, poetry, zen not zen

    filed under:

    poetry, writing
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  • summer’s end

    27Sep25 | 21.23 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250927.2123
    apples given
    over to vinegar
    drifting through
    an open window
    mixing with the
    nightly ritual of
    a neighbor yelling
    for his unleashed dogs--
    i am holding my
    nose at both

    tagged:

    poetry

    filed under:

    poetry, writing
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  • casting runes — 26sep25

    26Sep25 | 14.02 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250926.1402
    algiz
    ride that poison horse
    down the medicine trail
    stop all puppets, dancing ghost
    to heartbeat driving
    set these broken wings to flying
    soaring out, i'm not gonna look back

    A rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.

    Today’s rune is algiz, which may mean either “elk” (there is some uncertainty if this is the case) or yew (Old Norse). It is associated with the Otherworld, protection/sanctuary, and with guardian spirits/fylgja. The unconscious mind is sometimes associated with algiz.

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

    tagged:

    algiz, poetry, rewilding, rune

    filed under:

    poetry, writing
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  • interview

    26Sep25 | 12.54 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250926.1254
    is this thing on?
    [inaudible—
    steel wheel and flint—
    breathing out—
    more inaudible—]

    yeah man. two fingers. neat.
    [off-mike laughter / on-mike laughter]
    oh fuck no, don't you dare.
    rocks are for wussies who
    don't really like their whiskey,
    but like to pretend they do.
    [the sound of a glass set down on wood]
    aintcha heard of a fucking coaster?
    jesus. [more shuffling sounds]
    it might be shit wood veneer, but
    show some respect, willya?

    [machine wheels turn—
    new voice enters]
    do you mind if we just to the chase?
    can i be blunt?

    [nervous laughter—
    first voice returns— sound
    of someone sipping]
    sure, sure. let's get on with it. exclusive
    access, might as well take
    advantage of it. ask away ask away.

    why do you eat them?

    tagged:

    experimentation

    filed under:

    writing
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  • September reads and doings

    26Sep25 | 09.39 CDT
    © 2025

    michael raven

    c: 250926.0939
    Image of a writing journal and a pencil.
    Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash

    I’ve been devoting more time to reading books and attempting new hobbies in my effort to reduce the amount of content I consume from the internet.

    Since the beginning of September, I have read six novels and abandoned one novel after a record 30 pages (I couldn’t take the convenient miracles any longer, they were that obvious and that poorly written). The month has a few days yet and I am working on two more books. There is always a chance I’ll make it through my seventh, but I wouldn’t count on it.

    If you are curious as to what I’ve been reading, check out this “living” page that gets updated as I consume, including planned and current reads.

    Six books is not huge, but it is a positive effort away from social media and news that, let’s just say, feels like a low-quality circus right about now.

    (more…)

    tagged:

    crafts, reading, videogames

    filed under:

    junk drawer, reading, thinking
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