Historical Setting, cold unknown I’m thinking of the family of wolves that chose to take me in, assuming I needed food and rest and warmth. They shared their den and their food and water with this human being, even though, among wolves, humans are probably known to be greedy, stinky and violent. TheContinue reading “#62.9, Thursday, Nov. 21, 2024”
Category Archives: Early Medieval
#62.8, Wednesday, Nov. 20, 2024
Historical Setting, unknown By now, whenever now is, I’ve learned a few gestures of wolves, but the fullness of language still eludes me. Humankinds have named them for the tender word they say that accompanies an asking nudge – ulfr, or wolf. [footnote] As much as I appreciate this gracious, unjudgmental hospitality, IContinue reading “#62.8, Wednesday, Nov. 20, 2024”
#62.7, Tuesday, Nov. 19, 2024
Historical Setting, unknown Warm wolves need no extra firs or fire. Any fir I may have, is sparse so I depend on these others for warmth. But just outside the den are the two frozen deer carcasses left for the vultures and now the crows, picking at the last of the meats. I crawlContinue reading “#62.7, Tuesday, Nov. 19, 2024”
#62.6, Thursday, Nov. 14, 2024
Historical Setting, cold unknown There are stories of saints like Father Columbanus befriending wolves. Father Columbanus stood tall with a comforting authority but never a threatening dominance. Dear God, as I find new strength, may I have these saintly virtues. Amen. But… I doubt my circumstances and the virtues of a saintContinue reading “#62.6, Thursday, Nov. 14, 2024”
#62.5, Wednesday, Nov. 13, 2024
Historical Setting, cold unknown The pack returns from the hunt. The matriarch has food for the pups. The pups didn’t eat from the deer that was left for the wolves here in the snow. And gratefully, this human flesh wasn’t sampled either. I don’t know whether the deer meat makes it more tempting toContinue reading “#62.5, Wednesday, Nov. 13, 2024”
#62.4, Tuesday, Nov. 12, 2024
Historical Setting, cold unknown Even in these new times called future there can be a madman pretending to be a ruler. He billows on to Oos, or Us, (does spelling even matter?) “Now, we can’t even return him to the bogs; he’s been brought up from the depths and he is watchingContinue reading “#62.4, Tuesday, Nov. 12, 2024”
#62.3, Thursday, Nov. 7, 2024
Historical Setting, cold unknown “Do you know what this is?” the raging man asks Os. Us doesn’t answer. “It’s a bog body! A pagan priest chooses a glamourous or youthful perfect specimen, and leaves the burn of the rope or the mark of the blade nearly hidden when a sacrifice is given toContinue reading “#62.3, Thursday, Nov. 7, 2024”
#62.2, Wednesday, Nov. 6, 2024
Historical Setting, unknown This morning, the hides over the entrance are drawn aside for those I heard talking outside. Light spills in. Now I look up into the crossbeams and I see clearly what is hanging on the center support. Here is Greg’s familiar byrnie, rusted and rotted, clumped with soil. It has aContinue reading “#62.2, Wednesday, Nov. 6, 2024”
#62.1, Tuesday, Nov. 5, 2024
Historical Setting, cold and dark, unknown It’s another time and a dark place. Waking happens every day to each person in a little way, but this awakening is a whole unknown future. What future means for those who suffer is a shinning promise hoping for something better. So, you would think that thoseContinue reading “#62.1, Tuesday, Nov. 5, 2024”
#61.15, Thursday, Oct. 31, 2024
Historical Setting, Samhain in an unknown time and darkness It is a dark hovel with an earthen floor and no fire though there is the damp smell of decay. Life before must have been long ago. My hair and beard are spread all around me, long and unruly like long dark flickers of coronaContinue reading “#61.15, Thursday, Oct. 31, 2024”
Lazarus Ink 