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 26, 2017

THE TABLE

My great grandmother,
who spoke to leprechauns
as a girl in County Clare, Ireland,
whose voice was a song,
stood over me as I sat
beneath the dining room table
pushing a red fire truck
round and round
the table’s legs.
We made a game of
looking at each other,
while laughing uncontrollably.
I was four, she was ninety-six.
This memory is all I have of her.
The older I become I realize,
every pursuit, everything
I chase with a passion,
is an attempt
to return to this table.

Thursday, October 19, 2017

THE SECRET SHARER*

I am reading a book
you gave me.

I am holding in my hands
the selfsame pages

you once held in yours.
And I pause

in the places
you once paused

with your pen.
The marks you made,

to phrases, passages,
whole paragraphs,

have me feeling
strangely,

that it is your soul
I am seeing:

that a marriage of things
wished for

was never quite consummated
in the ways imagined,

which makes me
your secret sharer.


*Inspired by David Whyte’s, The Three Marriages: 
Reimagining Work, Self and Relationship

Thursday, October 12, 2017

NO PETS

They are fickle,
so fondle them with care.
They are not pets.

They are thoughts, devious
creatures that can turn
on you, just like that.

With too much attention, 
and the wrong kind,
they can master you

in an instant, and have you
on a short leash before
anyone can say the word, heel.









Thursday, October 5, 2017

ACCEPTANCE

A lizard
on a rock,
still and basking
in the sun…

This is how
I want to be
with acceptance.