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, October 15, 2015


Forgo, the plough
and the ox,
if you can. Sometimes
a single gaze
can tell you
all there is to know:
if the ground 
is fertile ground,
if there’s a harvest 
there to harvest.

*This title comes from Michael Foucault's, 
The Order of Things: An Archeology of the Human Sciences

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