It will soon be here: my other book of poetry (with prose!), and most of its content has never appeared on my blog or anywhere else. Now available for preorder in hardcover only. The official publication date is April 30, 2019.
This is a book for initiates, magicians, occultists, esotericists, sages, heathen prophets, and other travelers of the hidden realms, one that will not be understood by others.
To find it, either this Amazon link or this Barnes & Noble link will take you to the casewrap hardcover edition. If you’re outside of the United States, your Amazon country-site of choice probably has it listed already.
For further details, including a brief table of contents, see my Press / Books page.
Wassail! The Skaldic Eagle will be landing for three shows in early July as part of the first Reykjavík Fringe Festival. What does this mean?
The Skaldic Eagle performs Viking poetry in Viking meters to bring the old gods and old ways to today’s world. Considering himself an archaeo-formalist poet, the Skaldic Eagle not only believes in meter, but also in the Viking view of poetry that considered it to be a precious mead that was a gift from the gods to mankind. This is poetry for around a campfire or in a mead-hall, and poetry for exalting the majestic over the mundane. He is truly in a class of his own, one that is neither slam poet nor MFA poet. The performance will have two kinds of poems. Some will be poems of the ancient world: these are new compositions of stories from Viking mythology. The others will be poems of the modern world that frequently look back to tradition to find their grounding, filled with literary and cultural allusions.
So seldom seen by the sundry peoples,
a total eclipse of Terra’s sun
is an “awesome event,” in all the senses
of that phrase’s morphemes, former and modern.
Recently now, in a rare occurance
with the grandest style, the Great American
Solar Eclipse bisected the country;
from sea to sea the sun went dark.
We know the material and temporal science
of why it occurs, but what beyond
are the higher meanings of this hallowed sight
and its upward opening to the awe of Spirit?
A truth is told by a tale of the lore
of elder times when all was young: Continue reading →
It’s finally here: my first book of poetry, with many poems never seen before on this blog. Now available in paperback, hardcover, and digital formats. What’s more, there’s also a companion album of audio recordings of many of the poems from the book!
Here’s the short version of where to find it.
This Amazon link will take you to the paperback, along with the casewrap hardcover and kindle editions.
It’s almost here: my first book of poetry, with many poems never seen before on this blog. I’ll make further posts when the various formats become available for purchase. The rollout should be complete by the end of July.
My great pilgrimage gains momentum
in a Honda Civic on a highway turnpike
through a lengthy drive to the land of Michigan
with a particular stop at a travel plaza
for a franchise coffee and a franchise bagel
on the journey there. Just right it must be,
the faring out and its four hundred Continue reading →
Consider a tree, seemingly ordinary,
to learn the model and life of the others:
the tree within and the Tree without.
Of trees we see the trunk and branches
with beautiful leaves and bright flowers:
luscious wonders. But lurking beneath
the soil’s surface are the secret roots
in that darkest realm of deep unknowns,
where mysteries lurk, tremendous Runes.
So, to truly know a tree’s full life, Continue reading →
What are you, really? The walking rudiments
of upward evolution to an Übermensch?
If you’d aim for that goal of ultimate Ascent,
sorting yourself is seriously needful,
to know what you’re not and know what you are.
Runes aplently are realized in the process.
You have a body, but here’s the truth, Continue reading →
Where is Arcadia? What is Arcadia?
These are fair questions for finding answers.
But most important is the message it has.
Forests of Spirit are found in that land.
The trees have deep roots: tall they will grow,
to touch the sky in triumph and Ascent.
Runes aplently are readily grasped; Continue reading →
That’s how he did it, by hanging from a tree,
how Óðinn won the ancient runes.
He challenges us to change our lives
by seeking those mysteries. And so we must,
by hanging also on a hallowed tree.
But what is Yggdrasil, and where might it be, Continue reading →