I saw one of Wodan’s ravens — Or was it one of Badb’s crows? — Through dirty bus […]
Woden
Tīwaz Tīw Týr One handed war god, Guardian of Justice and Law, Gave the Wolf his right hand […]
Born of a meeting between Earth and Sky, Mother Jörð and Alföðr Óðinn, Thunderer Þórr, Jötun Slayer, Lightning […]
Throne of gold up on high The Ancient of Days sits Appearing like a Son of Adam, White […]
I. Thoughts
I thought of you today, Allen Ginsberg,
As I often do when the howls from
Desolation Row enrapture my mind.
Rapid fired images stolen from
Dreams and nightmares of America.
Starving in the streets like
Hysterical angel headed hipsters
And raggedy vagabond doctors
Crouched in darkened doorways
Snarling, scratching at the
Constable’s carriage for
A scrap of bread.
John W. Leys 