The poetry included here is about everything from being a Wodan's man to the words scrawled in a bathroom stall. I use images from the world I know, from the cultural stew that I grew up in, and find no need to have all things I write on framed only by the means of Germanic conventions. I am a Heathen and a poet, but I am also a man born and raised in the middle of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Too often it is expected that I will be isolated in my views, my ancestry, and my beliefs, but I truly believe that Wodan's gift of of the greatest mead should stir one not only to a furious state of inspiration, but to a vision that burns through the blinders that are thrust upon us in the name of compartmentalizaion. |
BlótsDisablót |
EssaysHow I became a Heathen and Why
I am a Wodan's Man |
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