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©2021 Michael Raven

no one kneads
these aching muscles
rubbing out the
tension years in
the making
whispering softly
in an ear silly
little sweetnesses
warmed by
burning oak
in a fireplace
single malt leather
on breath
with each kiss
hot against
my knotted neck
Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

Published by Michael Raven

Michael Raven has been murdering innocent words since some time in primary school and hasn’t had the decency to stop after he was first published in second grade. During the mid-90s, he was the emcee at a spoken word/open mic salon, "Sweet Immolation", in Seattle’s Belltown neighborhood. He is deeply interested in the Old Ways and in shamanic tradition. || Watch for Michael’s upcoming chapbook of poetry, "galdr: thought and memory", published by Raw Earth Ink, due out in early 2022.

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