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, February 27, 2025

Hello All,

I am hosting my first online 

poetry workshop for non-poets. 

It is called 

COME TO YOUR SENSES. 


It will be offered monthly 

beginning Sunday, Mar. 16, at 2pm PST. 

There is limited space, so register earlier!

For more information, please visit this page. 
I hope you can join us!


AMBIENCE


Start here, with this image.

Then, add in a roaring fire,

some Woody Guthrie on the speakers

behind the bar, a few billiard tables

at the other end of the room and 

yards of barren green velvet

looking lost and lonely under

the harsh track lighting. 


Then, see the barkeep

by himself at the bar 

drinking Fernet-Branca

while folding white napkins.


Then, hear him start singing

I Ain’t Got No Home 

In This World Anymore

right along with Woody, 

their voices blending as one. 


I am in this moment,

completely, like a bug in amber.

I am drinking in every last ounce

of this ambience 

as if it were a hazy ale 

on an aimless afternoon.

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