bloodteethandflame

Here is a lovely and powerful poem regarding Gammleið – one of my favorite kennings for my sweetest (and likewise oldest) friend and most Beloved, Loki.

The vulture, my oldest friend, my favorite teacher, leans in over my shoulder and says to me, Listen up, kid, god is talking. He’s smoking behind his teeth, boiling pine sap cracking the hearth of His throat. His jacket’s trimmed in the skin of a serpent that, if you ask, you’ll swear He strangled with […]

Stan | Gammleidh

(And thank you to my most patient teacher, as well)

A heartfelt thank you to Patron Saint of Hard Times for sharing this poem with us ❤️

Hail Loki

Hail Gammleið