hallways wandering
puckish laughter and
you know i am a fool
for shadows and light
in play
but i tire of dead ends
with glamour and lure
bare wrists exposed
waiting for light’s knife
across aging skin
estranged of night
Photo by HARALD PLIESSNIG on Unsplash estranged of night
citrus rot, bitter nuts
no one trusts a scry
wipe away these eyes
fevered thrum pounding
a head song drumming
tongue void tasting
shadows on shadow veil
sacred in the fallow
winds sweep the stone
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memento
Photo by Aleksandr Gorlov on Unsplash peeling back my birch paper
with the breath of the wind
what pussy willows sway grey
then?
clear water slipshifts of lake
to stream and i wonder
of where it wanders to fill
surrendering
to slate, feather, bone
peel off a piece of pale
and hold it as your own
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vampires
Photo by Dariusz Sankowski on Unsplash all the pretty young vampires
and some even old —
lurking in the shadows
vying for ways to avoid sun
i wish my finger were a gun
that blasted away the scrims
these bloodsuckers hide
themselves behind and
daylight their pestilence awayTo like, click comments or:
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of wilds
Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash Previously posted on sceadugenga.com on 18mar25. Reposted with audio.
going back to the real
hands smudged black
and dirt under nails
gravel yellow crush
i listen at forests for
wisdom crowing loud
leave to crowds where
crowds are wont to go
enough of deaf gods mute
i am not what they need
left to wending paths
through silent sentinels
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of wilds
tide cold carry
Photo by Connor DeMott on Unsplash standing grey
heron stone tall
can you carve the
shape of me?
can you carry the
weight of me?
slate skies over
of the under below
mouth to mouth
sends us to hum
mouth to mouth
cages winter sun
i fever weary
slaked in slick
slaked in foam
beyond threes of three
tide cold carry me
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Towards the Within — Ulvetime (Hour of the Wolf)
Interestingly enough, the YouTube algorithm brought me back full circle on a music listening binge and decided that I probably had enough of that fancy and schmancy post-punk modern stuff in English and decided to point me back at something more along the lines of modern non-English folk with real instruments and minimal production on the overall sound.
Trigger warning: Song contains Northern European folk sounds that feel old enough to be tribal in essence. May contain ethnic instruments and little to no electronic music to sooth the transition.
Upon listening, I figured, who am I to argue with such a suggestion? Which brings me to Sonleikr’s Ulvetime. If you look at the song title with crossed eyes and think really hard to the Old Norse language course you started but never finished, you can pick out a translation: ulve (Danish) from ulfr (Old Norse) which obviously means “wolf”. And time (Danish) is equally obvious as “hour”.
I always knew you were clever.
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Towards the Within — Ulvetime (Hour of the Wolf)
wood and wode
Photo by HARALD PLIESSNIG on Unsplash with flames burning
bright in his head
he wanders woodward
his wodewose embraced
in feather and bone and
of ash and of stone
he slips between
shadow and shade
that lailoken of lake
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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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