Heathen
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Free Will and Wyrd
This is going to get deep. Reading about modern philosophy and neurobiology considering consciousness, it seems to be moving toward a consensus that meaning is something our brain imposes on a superficially mechanistic universe. If this is true, the the various ruling deities and their code of ethics spring from our forehead fully formed like… Continue reading
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Pas Ton Dieu
Perhaps your god but my gods are not masters. Odin gifts poetry and Thor protects. They inspire but do not govern me. Your god demands you kneel. My gods expect me to stand. May the friend of ravens cast Gungnir over MAGA so his friends may feast. May Thor stand beside us with Mjolnir as… Continue reading
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This Solstice Night
Jera This Winter’s NightA modern Rune Poem of Jera Call up the sun with bonfire.Wheels turn poorly in the snowwithout encouragement. Let firebring stars down to snowy Earthand to eyes bright with wine.If the Moon is dark be solemn,silently watch the stars wheel.If the moon is bright, turn in dance.Drape the garlanded everlastingwith bright pearls… Continue reading
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Heathen
“A heathen, conceivably, but not I hope an unenlightened one.”— Lord Summerisle in The Wicker Man Continue reading
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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Well Bottom Blues 