©2023 michael raven
don't tell me that i am pretty, no no no that was a long long time ago oh, i have not been pretty since the fall when i tumbledown tumbledown to my unpretty low all i am is is is is vaaaycant

words | spirit
©2023 michael raven
don't tell me that i am pretty, no no no that was a long long time ago oh, i have not been pretty since the fall when i tumbledown tumbledown to my unpretty low all i am is is is is vaaaycant
©2023 michael raven
dropping away drift drift along the coil mortal a song on the wind --nothing more childlike laughter faint and faraway drifting through this sacred bit of theater drift drift away
©2023 michael raven
tundra, lichen & stone tombstone winds fields of bone
I’m reflecting on a single rune today, tiwaz. This continues a new exploration for me that I started in early June that may or may not continue moving forward. The primary goal of the exploration is to embrace simplicity as one approach with my rune-prompted poetry.
©2023 michael raven
i am splintered in the head she said before they tied her to her bed with sheets and knots and treacle slipping her needles and fire, desires and thoughts between the joints and soft sell flesh, lye and soap still, she writhed a butterfly butterfly broken on the wheel, chokin' on the chloroform in the killing jar if only he had said right words, stone faced and painted clown, she might still be clean...
©2023 michael raven
njoy njoy clocks dead strike crème de la rot besot and besmirched the king is dead long live the not njoy njoy harbinger and portent sitting on fallen walls ready to crackscramble at the crow of the cock everything come tumblin' tumblin' down tumblin' down the walls
©2023 michael raven
I need to get out more, I decided. Get out of my basement telecommute office. Get out of my head.
About May or June of every year for about the past ten years, I pine for more outdoorsy activities. Growing up, I spent a large chunk of every summer in the Minnesota North Woods at my aunt’s cabin. Weeks on end, and most weekends when it wasn’t longer. There, I did a lot of exploration in the dense woodlands and, when I wasn’t following narrow trails deep into the woods, I was out on the lake in a rowboat or canoe.
Continue reading “Water under”©2023 michael raven
having tasted blood carrion flock to murder an ebon beacon at the gate
I’m reflecting on a single rune today, algiz. This continues a new exploration for me that I started in early June that may or may not continue moving forward. The primary goal of the exploration is to embrace simplicity as one approach with my rune-prompted poetry.
©2023 michael raven
tomorrow, i drift while the world slips beside i am calm water sunshine glaring off my face
©2023 michael raven
As of tomorrow, I will have fourteen years of sobriety under my belt (and approaching twelve years of being smoke-free).
To be honest, I don’t miss it any longer. I mean, there are days when a hoppy pale ale on a hot summer afternoon sounds damn good, or I miss the taste of Irish whiskey. But there haven’t been any Days for a good long while where I crave either of those refreshments so much that I need to stay away from all temptation, days where the urge is unbearable and I have to struggle to keep sober. In the past five years, maybe even eight, I can count on maybe three fingers where I’ve struggled with my sobriety.
In all honesty, and thankfully, I struggle more with wanting to chain-smoke myself into chill because of my frequent and near-constant stress. Man, I miss my cigs some days (last night was one of those days).
Continue reading “Year 14”©2023 michael raven
I reject your culture wars.
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