we wander broken edge
only she knows full this waterdown
and i am always guessing
facewashing frenzy, poison years
and to quench the fevers raging
a mountain in skywater chill
she sings the dusk at waterdown
stepping past all edges
and i am left again guessing
Tag: poetry
waterdown
casting runes — 18dec25

raido his backstep to gloaming
cloakworn & graveled
as bonesky carries her down
all at the edge before dreaming
with raven feathers in their hair
to awake?
when cries burn obsidianA 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.
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night, embers

Photo by Trent Pickering on Unsplash given of shadows
painted sliver moon
a fingernail pressed to
flesh renders cinnabar
chipped-tooth, still
i skate thin the edge
pricked pine at all bends
singing pain to wash pain
— here we go again
night, i slip to her embrace
rooted inside
a heart cries emberscasting runes — 17dec25

othala i fell chasms
i drowned lake bottoms
to reclaim my ancient teeth
old man crag
accepted my pointed bone
before he swept me home
a-chatter on north windsA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is othala, which has a core meaning of “heritage”, “inheritance” and “legacy”. These are all associated with home, kin, ancestors, stability and (in some interpretations) past lives or spiritual legacy.
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beaivi
kissing the horizon
she slipsbone pale
fingers slick of hope
at return on the
other side of night
we wave and
give to grave our
many pasts on
black wings
of the crowsimple things:
simple things:
four different ways
skies and stone
above and below
and those places
left in between
black sheen brow
crossed of blood
cut ashen
i turn my
flint head awaycasting runes — 16dec25

kenaz after pasts go to pyre
burning the longest night
a brand to sear away
open sores left behindA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is kenaz, which has been translated as both “torch” and “ulcer” . It is conceived as symbolic of flame, which is the illuminated creativity as well as the source of purification/healing/cautery. Fire is a a source of transformation and unmaking as well as heat, passion and light. As an ulcer, kenaz can be associated with a fever or inflammation, perhaps a wound which requires healing.
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val sans retour

Photo by shahin khalaji on Unsplash given to pressing petals of
her fragrant valley sheltered
drinking her butterfly wine
grown over gone under
lingers myrrh sweet inside
slumber her summer slopes
tracing dew along her lines...
who would wish for return
after lingering this vale?casting runes — 15dec25

dagaz come on in twist, for
a turn on the scythe
to carve away thin
to skate on black ice
dance on night fires
pierce ragged hearts
ribbons to raw, to dream
in everlasting kissA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is dagaz, which has been translated as “daybreak”, that transitional moment between night and day. By extension, it might also be interpreted as “twilight” and is representative of liminality, transformation, the space between worlds, and suggests walking in both the material world and otherworld.
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under her lacuna moon
come this solstice night
& follow me dark river
nadir kissed & ragged lips
under her lacuna moon
come this solstice night
& twist shadow at murder
cross silver ashen pale
to carry her winter words
come this solstice night
we stand stone whores with
blood marked cheeks
under her lacuna moon






