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, November 1, 2012


It was days away
from the Feast of Samhain
and Día de los Muertos.
It was the Sabbath and a full moon.
It was a day full of ritual and council.
It was on this day
that the woman
deep in her sorrow said:

I am learning how to die!

She was as porous
as the veil was thin. As lean
as a vanishing dream.

It was later that afternoon
during a break
in the day’s activities,
apropos of nothing,
that the spinstress
and amateur etymologist,
in the wiliest of ways, announced 
with great authority:

Now there’s a word
worth remembering!


  1. I have often thought that one's life could be viewed as an exercise in learning how to die...specifically, to die well, which can only be accomplished by having lived well.