by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
I can no longer wear monogamy like a buffalo robe to protect me from shivers even though the heavy weight of warmth has kept me safe. It is not springtime but I need to take it off and be exposed to the elements that call me. The naked you from whom I...
by heather | Dec 4, 2012 | Poems
I have to say that this sucks. I do not like to be invisible to one I love who can’t see in my range of colours, as if I partly live in infrared or some delta state off his radar. This rainbow that I only partly see myself needs sun and water both, needs...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
I am being led by my navel, gazing at an invisible umbilicus connecting me to my world. I see all the life around me with the tenderness we offer to womb-mates, feel the pulsing of a deep mother unseen. I have been searching for the source closer...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
Some people throw bones, or tea leaves some splash paint or make collages to rearrange what they have found so far. Some think they need a medium or another person’s power to access the deep voices. Some throw words at a page to see what...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
When I ask “which truth?” I know that I have not yet circled back deeply around the pond far enough because it sounds like there are still multiple versions like light shining off a diamond with many facets which is true until you are...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
All those people waiting tables or turning tricks, waiting for the knight to discover them and me in this hidden room doing the same, only worse, because they know what they wait for and I am inconstant in my waiting, expecting different footfalls or...
