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, September 13, 2018


I was a wild child.
I climbed cabinets,

threw, for no reason,
jade ashtrays into

fireplaces, and when I was told
“no” it clearly meant go 

to the knife drawer,
which I did with

utter abandon.
I was fearless then.

What I would give
to know that boy

now. To have what
he had. And to live

in a world where
opposition was nothing

more than an invitation
to do the unexpected.

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