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, August 25, 2016

THE GUTTER

is the inside
margin,

the space
between pages.

It’s what’s needed
so a book

can have
its binding.

Don’t we need
space like that—

a beat, a breath—
between

experiences
so balance

becomes
our stitchery

and our folios are
enlivening reads

that keeps us
turning pages?


Thursday, August 18, 2016

THE PYTHON

If you submit
to it

suffering
will hypnotize you

like a python,
wrap you

in tightening coils,
suffocate you,

swallow you whole.
Don’t let it.

Untether yourself
with kindness,

with compassion.
Relax what’s taut.

Breathe
into breath.

Let the animal
you are

wake to the softness
of the body,

to its own
flesh and sinew.




Thursday, August 11, 2016

THE BRAID

So many
threads.

Arriving at
the right weave

of this
and that

is the art
of inclusion

and
omission.

How ‘bout you
take over

from here?
Only then will

the binding 
and the bond

be right.





Thursday, August 4, 2016

THE LADDER

A shop window,
for an instant,

reflects
a ladder—

the handyman
is out of frame.

Just an axis mundi
on the move.

This image,
still with me now,

has me feel like
I could be

the ladder’s
carrier.