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 28, 2025

PREPARING PATHWAYS 

Raking paths 

across the ranch


for men to walk on,

clearing the Tres 


Piedras property

of its pinecones 


and pyramids 

of horse shit -


wheelbarrows and 

wheelbarrows of it -


is the way a rag-tag 

crew prepares for


a Men’s retreat.

You could easily 


say This is mindless 

work and you’d be 


wrong. Sweeping 

a forest clean


of its every last 

pine needle


is the chop wood, 

carry water


that will welcome 

the horde of men 


arriving into the wild, 

so they can, 


under a star-filled sky,

clear out their own 


shit, so that new 

possibilities 


and pathways

can emerge in them.


They will do this work

simply by sending 


their raking breaths

into the pinecones 


of the divinity 

of their boundless brains.

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