ONCE ON A TIME there was a king who ruled a newly settled farmstead. He had many hundred sheep, many hundred goats, many hundred cattle, and many hundred horses he had too. Silver and gold he had in great heaps. But for all of that, he was so given to grief that he seldom ever
Category: Creativity & Art
It was a nice warm early fall day and I was basking on top of Rattlesnake Mountain. It’s one of the easier climbs in the state, something you could do in a few hours and then still make it to the party you had to go to later that day. Or something like that anyway.
Hear, I tell men | to honor the gods the far famed ones | favor to good men high holy powers | our people’s providence I pray the One-Eyed god | hail the Gallows-Burden Father of Hosts | God of the Hanged words I give | for Raven god’s weal Hail heaven’s warder
When the days have waned shorter and shadows grown long And the geese have come singing their wintertime song When the moon lights the sky like a great silver pearl The furious host sees its banner unfurl and with thundering hooves and the baying of hounds the dead rise from within their old burial mounds
Written in Fornyrðislag Between Earth And Asgard Philosophy And religion Between science And sorcery I find Self And solace. Community And countrymen Prosperity Or poverty Whether fit Or feeble This is Midgard. We are Mannaz.
Written in Dróttkvœtt Dedicated to my friends and relatives who have served or are serving in the Armed Forces. For seldom seen soldiers Sacrifice felt back home. Twice Tiwaz carved for you. Tyr I call twice for all. Young men battled Jotuns Yesterday flew away. Ready today’s rally Roar victoriously Towheaded tot waiting Tiny lad
Fornyrðislag This poem was presented to a local group of heathens by Jon Cyr along with the great Icelandic sheep that sired his flock. The sheep was sacrificed in blót and this poem was dedicated to him. His horns were fashioned into drinking horns that are used only for ceremony purpose. Curling and wide, His
Introduction There have been many approaches to the study of Old Norse Poetry. Modern academia has spent an exhaustive amount of effort in identifying metrical patterns and trends within the lines of the voluminous collected works. They have asserted sometimes arguable theories varying from simple to complex and from mundane to fantastic. However (un)interesting the
Jon Talkington brews for Dogfish Head Craft Brewery in Delaware. He’s also a 16 year home brewer and has a passion for making mead. His beers and meads have been used in heathen rituals in the Northeast United States for years. Perkunas is my take on Lithuanian style mead or ‘Midus’. Traditionally these meads were
Jon Talkington brews for Dogfish Head Craft Brewery in Delaware. He’s also a 16 year home brewer and has a passion for making mead. His beers and meads have been used in heathen rituals in the Northeast United States for years. Oaky Smokey Porter is my annual Yule feast beer and is meant to be
Mark Andersen is a beer lover and home brewer currently residing in the New England area. He has a passion for visiting historical breweries in the United States and Europe and investigating different brewing techniques. In the winter of 2006 I started brewing my annual Maibock beer to be served at our kindred’s May Day