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, November 14, 2024

LOOSE LEAVES

Prisoners wriggle free
from the pages

of a foreboding folio.
Hope is unscrupulously

erased from a dispiriting
season. Exposures

are laid bare 
in the broad and darkening

daylight. Laundry's
hung out to dry

in a chilling air. Still
possibility is a nest

that's only woven 
from what is gathered

from leaves
and shadows

and what lies between
surrendering and uncertainty

and the mesh that mixes 
our desires with our amnesia.

Thursday, November 7, 2024

THE ONE SONG*

hyacinths push 

through the loamy earth


coyote's howl pierces

the darkness around the moon


let’s do our part

let’s take our turn 


at being 

the Guzla


the singer 

and the instrument 


who through 

a single string only 


braid pain 

and beauty 


into one 

solemn note


one ancient song

one epic story


that holds all of us

now and always


*Inspired by Mark Nepo's book, Seven Thousand Ways to Listen





Thursday, October 31, 2024


A VEIL OF TEARS?

A commotion of leaves

after the season’s first


honest rain. Or…

are these Soul’s tears


held out as supplications

to what lies beyond


the veil, from hands

bleeding for a world


less red, from veins

holding out a hope


hued with more kindness,

more heart, and more love?

Thursday, October 24, 2024

SECRET SHEATH

I’d like to believe

that the body


is talking to us

all the time.


So when a part

of it goes numb


what do we make

of that? Is it giving us


the silent treatment

or screaming itself


hoarse? I am going to

keep listening. Maybe


I’ll find it’s like

the child who sheaths


 its secret out of fear

in the fascia of a whisper.

Thursday, October 17, 2024


A LANDING

A hawk landed 
in my backyard

today. It will stay 
a while. In its

now-still wings
is the memory

of the circles
it traced invisibly

in flight, like 
a wind in fire. 

Thursday, October 10, 2024

MORNING PASTRIES

We all know this
from time travel movies 

like Back to the Future...
that if we go back in time

our very presence
will change the future. 

In my dream last night 
there was something

I wanted to go back
and tweak. I realized 

that all I really needed 
to do to make 

the change happen 
was to choose a different 

morning pastry, one with 
a cinnamon swirl instead 

of one with almonds 
on top. I wish life were 

this simple. Maybe it is. 
Maybe using words 

like "they did this 
for me" instead of 

"they did this to me" 
is the difference 

between a cinnamon swirl
and shaved almonds.

Thursday, October 3, 2024

 

POPHAM BEACH, MAINE 

In tidal waters 
no deeper

than an inch,
the tiniest

of stars
glide across

a cosmos
of sand. Bubbles are

the many mirrored lens
that shape-shift

the sun into these
swimming, winking

wonders. The miraculous
is all around us

all the time. A simple
walk on the beach

will show us this
if we remember  

to meander
with eyes wide open.