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, June 26, 2014

DIFFERENCE

To think a thing is not enough to know it.
To call it by another name won’t make it new.
Syllables must sing circadian rhythms,
bodies must be danced daily into flesh,
only then will a dowry become an inheritance
and a diction sliver its way into difference.

Thursday, June 19, 2014

SPECIES

If bees and butterflies can risk drinking 
from crocodile tears,
and wood warblers can chirp happily
in the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone,
surely humans can sleep with the blinds open
and learn to apologize 
before they close their eyes.


Thursday, June 12, 2014

THE MAKERS

How do you make a thing
as thin as trust?
Start with your own bone, breath and flesh.
Learn to love it.
…in due time, let it mingle
among the limbs and love
of another.
Then: dance it into the world,
plant it.
How deep?
Decide this together,
knowing,
the seed will be watching,
like the eye of Faith,
as you cover it with earth.


Thursday, June 5, 2014


THE LEAF

Why did you pick this one up?
What caught your eye?

You tell me first.
What do you see?

I see a scorched, damaged thing,
wounded,
bleeding at the center.
You?

I see color: red, yellow, green and brown.
I see beauty.
I see life.

The leaf,
knowing better,
said nothing.