Ode to the Norse god Bitter wind whips cloaks and furs as the riders crest the final hill. A fist rises. A signal to hold. Horses wicker, a restless hoof stomps, Words, guttural, soothing and then the wind again. Below, a village, quiet, silent even….

I hear it. In the distance. Over the cliffs. The arctic breeze carries the tune. It flies over the waves that crash against ancient granite. A stirring. In my blood. Something ancient like the sea against the stones. The tune rolls on sea air brushing…

Everyone has a color. You’re not a person if you don’t. I don’t know what you would be if you didn’t but you should Pick one. Mine? Blue. My color is blue. Ultramarine to be exact. A glowing blue. One that makes the eyes feel…

“why?! why?! why?!” “What?” Then she tells me what. An unwelcome guest. In the shower. We live in the city and there are bugs. There are bugs where people are. Maybe people are bugs. (ever think’a that? No, you only think about yourself) I come…

8. Not a day, week, month year goes by that I Don’t think about the weight of the experience you carry I was not there, how could I have been, I hadn’t been given your Existence yet. Your soul was not made apparent to me,…