Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, September 27, 2012


There is a magnificent tree
in my mind,
in my imagination,
a Douglas Fir
let’s say,
and in its strong arms
are the bodies
of men,
in all shapes and ages,
climbing, rising
carrying curses
and gifts, gifts
and curses, and
the one dream:
to be bark, sap, and root,
to be threaded into sky,
to know what it means
to make air,
and how
 a world can be saved
a day at a time
for centuries,
while living inside
a grief
that chooses
not to speak.