• Stonerot

    michael raven

    We are Slaved of the Riverbound, and so even more stone than they. We are to be culled and carved away to make way for the flow which our overlords assure us is necessary for live to carry forth.

    I could see in the guards eyes and with the way he held his crop that he toyed with riding me. There was a gossamer thread between enforcing compliance and wanton thrill, and the guard had yet to decide if there would be his own punishment or glory in mounting me — if my transgressions warranted it, or were it to premature and hasty to act yet. Overly-eager guards were subject to the same punishments as the slaved. Our overlords wanted their workforce compliant, but largely intact and able to work, after all.

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  • of the rising

    michael raven 

    behind storm eye throbbing
    of poison thorn years
    lurks still blue longings
    fading behind washed denim 
    and duels drawing crimson
    over fresh fallen snow
    matching ash of her hair in
    the brilliance of the rising sun

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  • casting runes — 02jan26

    michael raven

    gebo
    i will meet you
    at the crossroads
    crows cussing at the wind

    i offer up knowing eyes
    you offer up the same
    crows still cussing the wind

    we both follow the
    most broken road
    crows silent on the wind

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

    Today’s rune is gebo, which has a core meaning of “gift”. This relates to all forms of reciprocity: transaction, generosity, hospitality and sacrifice (in the sense of giving up something). It may also mean offering up a talent or skill; or gebo may suggest a synergistic, possibly romantic, relationship.

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

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  • games they play

    michael raven 

    i hate these games they play, i
    start cutting up the words
    start cutting up the pieces
    and stare with heroin eyes
    smudged and kohl, waiting with
    torn fishnets gutter drenched

    i teardrop the rain and ruin
    waiting for the day you
    feel these barbed wire kisses
    humming on the wind
    for the day you understand
    the words i cut to pieces
    with steel from heroin eyes

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  • casting runes — 01jan26

    michael raven

    raido
    this stony road rambles
    back to the beginning
    a beggar's blind
    under low riding clouds
    rain pelts grey to black again

    A poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.

    Today’s rune is raido, which has been translated as “ride” and the implied “journey”. This may be spatial and literal in practice (a physical journey), or it may be more figurative (an inner/shamanic journey, i.e., útiseta). The rune is associated with cyclic motion and the movement of the sun. Some consider the journey represented by raido to be that of returning.

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

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