tangled christine &
soldiers marching tin
on shadows & smoke
with eyes casting stars
--how bright they are
a shower glittershines down
Mean
What compels a person to be mean just to be mean?
I am thinking of a couple of scenarios I’ve encountered lately, but when you dial back the vision and look at things 10k feet up in the sky, there seems to be a lot of mean-spirited shit going on at this time. Why?
someone’s interpretation of Death of the Endless; unknown copyright, found online I mean, people are getting off on someone else’s misery as our country goes off the rails. And it isn’t just my country where certain people are reveling in the miserly of other people… There’s evidence of it all over the place in this world, like 00s 4chan took over everyone’s sensibilities. People are obsessed with keeping score on who pwn’d who.
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cairn & cattails
Photo by Nicole Elliott on Unsplash crow calling at trees
a name of her buried
of cairn and cattails
rushes in the breeze
windswept waters
wrinkle at their song
so, too, the waving of
hellebore between
shadow and sunTo like, click comments or:
cairn & cattails
tossing a rune — 22apr25
cut & cautery
carve away those
parts we do not like
& give to smoke that
not given to root
not given to bone
sun gazing &
dizzy of dance—
rebornToday rune is kenaz. The word has been associated with “ulcer” and “torch”, depending on which rune poem is used or name derivation you embrace. By extension, it implies flame and illumination as secondary meanings. Tertiary meanings come from ideas associated with those themes (e.g., burning, knowledge, light in darkness).
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tossing a rune — 22apr25
stone rains
Photo by Kevin Hessey on Unsplash beyond pale bone pointing
carved within the fells
this cracked heart flinted
veined of moss
framed in lichen
feathered at grey & blue
here, i drink stone rains
here, i bathe in sweat
in steam's sharp reliefTo like, click comments or:
stone rains
unsleeps
i have been twisting
bedsheets into ropes
in unsleep at nights
trying to untie my
soul from tinctures
of thorn and regret
some black stones
at the ocean and
under a beggar's
moon, hair flows
rivers as night
stars fall showers
razoring fingers
in the tweens
a barred owl
plays sentry in
lush trees
can i help but
come when called?To like, click comments or:
unsleeps
trinkets
Photo by Sina Bakhtiari on Unsplash we are carved
jagged of purpose
we are wraps
we are rags
we flint, we thorn
we tooth, we bone
suns twinned, southern low
cracked lips, nail broke
ragged
we winter in heart
waiting for bloodTo like, click comments or:
trinkets
ever the stones
Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash there is a hollow in the center where
only the trees & ever the stones
know my name
blind, the trailhead of myrkr & mist
look to ancestors below your feet
recalling we are all related
spreading as spores & tendrils
on & on
remember november?
for the chill rains falling, i sheltered
at the hollow on the center where
only the trees & ever the stones
know my nameTo like, click comments or:
ever the stones
slag cast, drawn
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com drawing razorwire taut tendons
tight breath rustneedle intake
bury me leaves under shallow
bury me leaves under stone
rain wash silt the river down
rain wash silt the river down
fidget fingers making shadow words
fidget fingers making broken songs
fidget finger fidget misfit
metal gestalt cuts memory sharp
close winter my eyes of
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acceptance
Photo by Ronin on Unsplash dizzy for the ringing
we shambled to heartwood
sought our way to breathing
taking in the place where
we are already beautiful
if only we can shed skin
and cast off our rags
others have bound us
within
if trees accept us
as we are, can we
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acceptance
