©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.
Continue reading Aftermath of “Home…”
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“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.
Continue reading Home by the Wood.
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here we are all basement dwellers walls sweating fungus expelling spores from our rotten revelations shallow graves under fragile tile where all the while undead pasts lay hidden in goblinesque glory paint the room bloody my teeth lengthen each moonlit night
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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
Sometimes nothing needs to happen.
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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.
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those drakkar
slicing though
calm waters silent
dark moon hides
hearts' intent
treasures await
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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
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falling falling falling
i heard whisper wraiths
tongues of tin foil
grating on ghostly teeth
the magic was night
cut like razorsharp knives
blood blue pouring red
there in the swamps
i waited nine lives
twin tailed for stories
to unfold
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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].
sceadugenga 
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