by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
Like a 1940s actress, a plucky sweet heroine, I go back to my dressing room and don’t see the door is ajar. I have stripped down to this lovely peach silk slip, and am fiddling with my garters, more functional than sexy, lost in my own thoughts ...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
Billions of Buddhas and if you count the ants I’m not even sure of the order of magnitude. Hard and so easy to fall into this seeing and not let it scare you in defeat or numb hiding, to gasp a silent welcome. Not just cool water or warm, but...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
I keep sneaking furtive glances at the clock as if to ask permission to keep the lists at bay a little longer, make a little more room for this seductive pastime, the disrobing of me. It is not all silk in these layers, first the smokey coveralls, the...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
The first adolescence moved through me with such strong quakes that I had to ignore them, could not bear to free the moving ground for fear of toppling. So I kept busy, moved faster than the tremors, found ways to listen to the light so that it could not touch...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
The lonesome wailers sing about a ribbon of highway and I have always heard the part about the highway and how we are forced to keep moving. Today I heard the song of the ribbon, the way it flows under our feet and also in our chests and shines back at us...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
I would zap you if I could, because that’s the urge we humans have, to fix quickly, with our eager intent, the things we think are broken. And so we keep coercing others to join our plan or pay them to influence or build; I don’t mean just the fat...
