Tag: betwixt and between

  • Reflection

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    It is more clear than ever that most cannot understand my sometimes, those veilgliding moments on betweens — this river of mine of many dreams that flows within. Come to rest within the hollows and eddies spinning and turning with me and you might see how I see. And then, you may ask yourself…

    In a flurry of down and feather I came to rest. There she is, the I that was. There he is, the I that will. Onyx eyes wander the memory wastelands, sipping at an oasis of color; a little here, a little there. I am so many. And they all want to talk, some just more silent in their speech than others.

    If only one person understood the sometimes… But the thin places are only rarely found.

    Dark eyes haunting the wrinkled silver of dust-etched mirrors, they are the ghosts that trail behind like scarlet ribbons on mountain winds as the snow drifts over age-worn cairns.

  • dogs

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    her face in the mirror
    all mine not mine and
    there is rust washing
    to be done on old chains
    in the barren playlot

    she the me locking unlocking
    six-paneled doors wood
    of ghetto apartments
    a gulag of memories jailed
    rape is not right
    not a right
    but we, me and she
    promise the no cry no more

    come knocking,
    come knocking
    down the corridor
    and i hold she as me
    in our striped stained bed
    crying hush to those
    howling dogs of war

  • waiting spears

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    some times we chat all
    others, silent stand tall
    let gossip the pines
    in trade on winds 
    bring on day
    carry our night
    bones given rain
    featherfall out of sight
    we gaze for winter
    waiting spears...

  • carving night

    every at thin
    scrim width pale
    carving night
    into shadow
    and moonlight
    each wingbeat
    of heart

    rattlebone clacks
    stone rumble taps
    fingers at posts
    point candled
    for windowed
    callers

  • torrestorm

    exwearsted longday
    at twinight tween
    fingerpast pointning of
    torrestorm electricness
    glowning thrumbled
    ribbeling over
    direly roar

  • toss

    there are no words
    only silent slipping
    between shadowed sheets
    veil cast upon veil
    and falling, falling
    to the killing floor

    pointing bones 
    scrawled words scrim 
    i toss the words to flame

  • mumbling

    the roads all fade
    in the rearview
    giant painted snakes
    a mumbling past
    ghosting away

  • taiga tempts

    everywhere i turn
    i see raven watching

    roadsides, treetop
    even at the store
    overlooking children
    of the first nations

    ’listen,’ they say
    ’look,’ they add
    ’there is a story
    here needing telling’

    the taiga tempts
    blackened feathers fall
    as they slip away

  • the cairns

    The Cairns card from the “Oracle of the Morrigan” card deck
    here, the heroes
    stand guard the pale
    while at fives
    while at nines
    and under the sevens
    unmoved by illusion
    waiting in stillness
    for those
    who might find
    their way home

    Disclosure: My use of those tools most often associated with divination are largely as randomized writing prompts, often with the intent of personal alchemy. They are not intended to be representative of traditional divinatory practice. My personal interpretations (and methods) will likely not agree with those found in popular culture.

  • turning away

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    like wild horses
    before the storm
    here comes the
    turning away

    we have heard all
    those plots before and
    i am caring less
    what your gods
    have to say

    i unbind knots
    that blind stained eyes
    and give over to both
    the bone and the stone

    crashing down
    like a waterfall
    when comes the
    turning away