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.
THE
GUTTER
is
the inside
margin,
the
space
between
pages.
It’s
what’s needed
so
a book
can
have
its
binding.
Don’t
we need
space
like that—
a
beat, a breath—
between
experiences
so
balance
becomes
our
stitchery
and
our folios are
enlivening
reads
that
keeps us
turning pages?
THE PYTHON
If
you submit
to
it
suffering
will
hypnotize you
like
a python,
wrap
you
in
tightening coils,
suffocate
you,
swallow
you whole.
Don’t
let it.
Untether
yourself
with
kindness,
with
compassion.
Relax
what’s taut.
Breathe
into
breath.
Let the animal
you
are
wake
to the softness
of
the body,
to its own
flesh and sinew.
THE BRAID
So
many
threads.
Arriving
at
the
right weave
of
this
and
that
is
the art
of
inclusion
and
omission.
How
‘bout you
take
over
from
here?
Only
then will
the
binding
and the bond
be
right.
THE LADDER
A
shop window,
for
an instant,
reflects
a
ladder—
the
handyman
is
out of frame.
Just
an axis mundi
on
the move.
This
image,
still
with me now,
has
me feel like
I
could be
the
ladder’s
carrier.
