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 20, 2014

STOWAWAYS

A dog in Madrid
A dog in Dallas
The stories in our veins
Death watching us eat
Belgian railways
A hookworm
Body order
Gold and helium
Photographs that remember for us
A balloon bender
Blindfolds
Handwashings
A bow pulled back
Coral
Skates
Magic and contagion
Strangers observing strangers
Autophagy
Flour in France
A wedding dress
Straws of spaghetti
A place called Fish Town
Three or four assailants
A forensic scientist and a monologist
Three times daily
A rice truck
The need for armor
Circadian rhythms
A death in the Mississippi
Differential equations
The corner of a kitchen
Insults and ornamental plants
Shutters opening, shutters closing
Anthroturbation
All these and more
Are stowaways
In the ark of the earth

*Inspired by Harper’s Findings


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