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December 9, 2021December 10, 2021 ~ Michael Raven

palm on skins
antler me wave
to the sun
to the stone
feather to the sky
smudge the tree
beat the skin
rhythm heart
to me
incantation low
stone the earth flow
moving roots
between the space
between space and
thin the place
around

shiver skin my neck
reaching to the moon
crying spirits alive
her kiss on each eye

Photo by Charles C. Collingwood 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 traditions. View all posts by Michael Raven