by heather | Sep 28, 2016 | Poems
If snails could speak imagine the ponderous space between utterings slow soundings of kindness freed from syllables their headpieces tasting wind so near the earth following no path, leaving shiny trails unnoticed in their own view carrying home...
by heather | Sep 28, 2016 | Poems
There were four triangles resting under ice in my freezer left there at Christmas when my sister, who made them by hand, went home. I was prostrate to listen that day in the sun before the grief welled up and although meditation sounds like...
by heather | Jan 30, 2016 | Poems
Not quite crazy I let myself be touched by the freefalling void the utter senselessness of being alive or dead meaning is just a convention, syllables sounding in a muscle under a scalp and somehow shared occasionally in almost-empty rooms. ...
by heather | Dec 4, 2015 | Poems
Those beautiful women singing each with her frailty lighting her face yearning and delight in nimble fingers strumming and plucking a sweet kindness of pine trees more real than hothouse rose; weaving an invitation, gently commanding...
by heather | Nov 12, 2015 | Poems
Help me to be horny for joy spreading through this wave of muscles and sensations not just my own but all of us feeding our appetites for kindness cleaning the air with our choices stopping the bombfall because there are better games, more...
by heather | Nov 12, 2015 | Poems
Let me learn how to love fall consumed by shine on a leaf hear the snap crackle pop in your voice even as I savour my oatmeal be licked by stray dogs, bring them home without leashes a pied piper with a crippled heart and dancing refugees...
