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, April 28, 2016

THE GAUGE

measures
the pressure.
Too much
could mean
a blow-out.
Too little,
a blow-out.
How much
is too much
or not
enough?
Perhaps
it’s time
to head to
the nearest
fillin’ station
just to see
what’s what.
Do or don’t.
No pressure.
You be 
the gauge.






Thursday, April 21, 2016


HINDSIGHT,

go ahead
BE MY
OPtometrist

try to fit
me with
THE PROPER
 prescription

by swapping
out lenses
by making
me read
the chart.

How I see
what I see
depends 
entirely upon
 how cruel 
or kind
you are



Thursday, April 14, 2016

THE GATES OF THE ORPHANAGE

To make a home
out of homelessness,
to find peace
when at war,
a sanctuary
in the jungle...

To find yourself,
your very salvation,
when you are most lost,
can be a simple thing, really,
if you are willing just to walk
through the gates of the orphanage.

When you do
the gifts will come flooding in
as if from worlds away
like donations made
to the Goodwill,
so the child in you can know
that kindness is 
the true house of belonging.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

THE GOVERNOR

There is a ghost in the machine,
a governor. You can’t see it

but you can feel it. It haunts you,
keeps you afraid

of your true potential.
Like a noose around the neck

it will choke you
dead, if you let it.

The issue is not how it got there
but how to get rid of it.

Buckle up, press the pedal to the metal.
Full throttle it, baby. Bury the needle.

Do some reverse engineering and
take your power back.

Show the governor
who the real governor is.