Aftermath of “Home…”

©2022 Michael Raven

I’ve only done the barest minimum of editing and revision to the story I just posted, so please forgive me if anything is wonky. It might be — I will need to go cold-eye it later to see if there really is a tale to be told and fix any of the more glaring mistakes.

But you’re here, reading this, and wondering why the hell I am bothering to write about writing instead of going on with what I had started.

That’s just the kind of guy I am.

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Home by the Wood.

©2022 Michael Raven

“Wow. Just — wow.”

Zelda knew her mouth hung open and didn’t rightly give a shit that it hung open as she took in the back acreage of the lot. Waning sunlight filtered through the bright emerald trees as they swayed in the light breeze that blew from the west. She saw motes of cottonwood or dandelion spinning in a mad dance where the sunlight caught each bit of fluff and the parade seemed almost endless. Dodging the airborne seeds were small midges, gnats and probably more than a few mosquitos knocked from their lazing on perches of tall grass between her and the woods. The scene might have been nightmarish to most city-dwellers, but she was looking to move for exactly this — to get away from the soot and noise of the city and grow closer to the earth, even with its allergens and insects.

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island of toys/

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driven to the edge
fallen into this
laughing for the tears
that fisheye the view

mercuric vapors--
i should have seen
& indeed
i did
but imaged stone
when pumice it served
scraping flesh from
bone
& even then
the bone
ground
to meal

chalk
rivers run white
in rain

i laugh at my wanton
embrace of absurdity
ha-ha-ha-ha
good joke
played on me
i can see grim smiles
behind those black eyes

lessons learned

welcome to the island
of toys

runepoem | 28 feb 2022

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dancing barefoot
while the spindle turns
a dervish breaking free
of elder shackles
standing ground
reaching outward

Note: For the purposes of these runepoems, I randomly select three runes and consider the meanings of each rune as I interpret and understand them based on a number of different resources, which may or may not be in alignment with accepted interpretations. I am a rune enthusiast, not an expert or scholar. These “runecasts” are not intended to be treated as divinatory, although there are elements of personal alchemy and shamanic practice in the crafting of each poem.

residence/

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crumbling basement scratch
shadoweyes aglow
redlight redlight crying oh baby
boy you mustn't cry or--
whiplash scratch timber red
hey little sister
hey now
we can have the nadir
we can own the night
hunger we feed
drink with me and see
angels in the light

runepoem | 27 february 2022

©2022 Michael Raven

There will be no runepoem today because the same three runes appeared as that which appeared two days ago, on 25 february. That, I think, says quite a bit (along with the persistent appearance of mannaz (ᛗ)) in the drawings, in spite of generous mixing of runes between drawings.

Considering the current events, the appearance of mannaz (ᛗ) on a regular basis is suggestive, considering that it is the rune of humanity, mankind, social order, compassion, and human potential (among other symbolism).

With the madman Putin using the threat of nuclear armaments in the past 24 hours, I suggest we reflect on that symbolism.

I stand with anyone, not just Ukraine, who stands against authoritative madness. As the border crossing said when told to stand down by a Russian warship: Go fuck yourself[, Putin].