threadbare/

©2021 Michael Raven

i can feel the scrim now tearing
ripped ragged and unraveling
winter us, no fires aglow
the time of frost, blade and gun
where have the children run?

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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