you, late leaf
in tremble on wind—
this river was ready
to receive long ago
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1º. mono no aware
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Just a snack
Because, sometimes you just want a snack.
Some people might say I’ve probably bit off more than I can check with the running serial, Vengeance, My Heart, and they might be right in that assessment.
The story currently sits with twenty-six planned episodes (and approximately 4 posts per episode) for the full story arc and my reserving the right to extend it to a second and a third arc. Clocking in currently at ~40k words, I am trending towards about 170 pages (assuming 235 word/page when you account for rapid-fire dialog and end-chapter whitespaces.
That’s about 1/3 of the way for folks reading up through today. An estimated 400-page novel when we are all said and done.
So why the heck am I looking sideways when I have a long haul ahead (and I am running out of content to share post-Ep. 6)?
As I said, sometimes you just want a snack. And that goes for writing. too.
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VMH Ep 6.4: Stilmere is live
start readingVengeance, My Heart The Argument:
An acquired taste.
A little church talk.
Bottoms up.Episode 6.4 of Vengeance, My Heart (episode link), my serialized Sepulchral-Gothic Western novel, is now live at ravensweald.art.
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casting runes — 15may26
hagalaz hail seeks no permissions—
it arrives as revelation
small & indifferent
the field it falls on is i—
the silence after, too
roots that never
believed in a summer
grieve not when
one draws to an endA rune poem, based on an Elder Futhark rune selected at random.
Today’s rune is hagalaz, which has a core meaning of “hail”, which was associated with potential, transformation, renewal and change; hail is imagined a seed from which change will arise. Hagalaz is also seen as representative of things beyond our control: a clash between fire and ice.
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Towards the Within — New Model Army, “Vagabonds”
We are old, we are young,
We are in this together
Vagabonds and children
Prisoners forever
With pulses a-raging and
Eyes full of wonder
Kicking out behind us againOut planting trees a few weeks ago, I had a portable speaker on my beltloop and streaming music on it. I hadn’t listened to Justin and Co. for a spell and decided it was time to remedy that omission via giving the album “Thunder and Consolation” a spin (if that’s what you call it when you stream music and not put a record on a turntable).
Talk about earworming… Vagabonds is one of those songs that easily to sing the chorus with the band on, once you know the lyrics (see above) and NMA have been firmly stuck in my head since.
I came to NMA late in the game.
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Towards the Within — New Model Army, “Vagabonds”
lost, so lost
tincture these reflections of
tracing sweat beads down
your side with a kiss, pressing
cherry petals to your skin
and on drunk your wine
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VMH Ep 6.3: Stilmere is live
start readingVengeance, My Heart The Argument:
A stranger pushes, ends up with a fistful of husks.
Fences go beyond mending.
A crow agrees.Episode 6.3 of Vengeance, My Heart (episode link), my serialized Sepulchral-Gothic Western novel, is now live at ravensweald.art.
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slipping snares
slipping those witchy snares
letting hedges fall away—
i am not here to cosplay
i sky scree lake water blue
i dark root mycelium bound
i æsclāst, that wending path
fever, dreams draw heat
forest and wode, grown old
crows rise calling—
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lark on the morn
Today I draw dark lines in charcoal on parchment so thin as to air. All gravities pull in your direction and the angles bend true, in teeth-branded skin and hurt so good.
Head wrapped in linen for better to see. My fingers dance liminal, waiting for the telegraph of dream. Can you see the words writ in water? The ripples cross my dark lines in coal drawn on angle to you.
Granites love your gravity, antlers turn their curves to thee.
And, it is in this I apprehend. Waiting on the morning lark to call you into being.
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casting runes — 12may26
othala ancient this wood
sheltering spirit
a compact made
in the ever ago
moss at north
& lichen scalloped
at deadfall we hoard
fox bark, underdark
a crow calls, naming
from branch & from floorA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is othala, which has a core meaning of “heritage”, “inheritance” and “legacy”. These are all associated with home, kin, ancestors, stability and (in some interpretations) past lives or spiritual legacy.
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