Dwine – Broadseax

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Dwine – intransigent verb \ˈdwīn\ : to waste or pine away: languish – Merriam-Webster Dictionary   Between the words in old sagas, between the rhyme and meter, I sense a presence—the words not said, the gods not named. I imagine these characters, the unspoken ones. One of them is called …

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Arctic Fire 2012 DVD Preview

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This is a preview of a DVD which includes two presentations that I did at the Arctic Fire Swordsmithing event in Alaska in June of 2012, as well as several interviews. There is also footage of Swordsmiths Michael Pikula, David Delagardelle, Don Fogg, Peter Johnsson and J. Arthur Loose. This …

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Galdrgrimm

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The sun cuts low through winter trees, woodsmoke hangs in the air.  Walking through the forest one day I find what’s left of a raven dance, the steps clear in the snow. I can see where a raven has scratched it’s beak back and forth drawing concentric lines. As part …

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Scabbard, Snow, Lichen Stone

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I rise before the sun, the scratchy radio voices catalog what bad things have happened in the world while I slept.  But the world tells a different story– out the old farmhouse window the dawn blooms impossible colours against the somnabulant landscape. Two ravens sit warily in the orchard on …

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Wandering at the Edge of Fear and Beauty

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This morning, I walked into the woods. past the remains of human industry, moldering in the fresh shoots, turning brown and grey, across the stepping stone ford into the realm of the forest, where the primal imagination is at home and feels its roots. Tree roots twist in suggestive shapes; …

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Travelling

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I’ve just returned from a three-week trip to Britain.  I taught a class about carving Iron Age ornamentation in wood, helped with a sword course that my friend Owen Bush was teaching and presented at a swordsmithing conference.  Owens workshop and home “Bushfire Forge” is an amazing place to do …

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Snow-Mist and Forging Strands

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Late November brings snowstorms. The field behind my forge turns white and grey, obscured by pencil lines of snow. Ground freezes and propane is sluggish and recalcitrant in the mornings. Then as the month turns, it becomes warmer, snow turns to mist, the ground thaws. Creatures come out of their …

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