by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
Don’t fall in love with the pool boy; it’s the light on the water making him shimmer, and probably the heat, and you could be easily mistaken, fooled by a mirage into thinking that he could love you in a new way. Notice where the sight of him...
by heather | Nov 20, 2012 | Poems
Looking both ways like Janus in January, I find the dead buds near the woodpile hiding in my warm smoke-filled hair. Small and tight and never opened, they speak to winter and further back the other deaths and blossomings that never happened. Such is the...
by heather | Nov 20, 2012 | Poems
One of you will have felt this, the fear after sharing that comes like a rattling ore car through the body, shaking the weak timbers. The teeth knock atrociously, like an old typewriter gone mad, giving cacophonous voice to the trembling. Hiding does not help and nor...
by heather | Nov 20, 2012 | Poems
Like a duck imprinted early, these forms have taught me routes to love — invocation, confession, listening, joining together, lifting up our burdens, making room for the celestial. Too much waddling in circles has led me back to where I started, contemplating...
by heather | Nov 20, 2012 | Poems
Come out to play, Chastity Goodheart, you have been scrubbing that floor too cheerfully for too long, polishing that holy place free of adornment. Your skirt is homespun and we all respect you, the hardworking puritan who knows the Lord in her soul, who hums...
by heather | Nov 20, 2012 | Poems
She sat at my table, mostly a stranger; I provided tea and small talk as I have been trained. Later when I heard the news, I wondered if I should have been braver, let my larger ears peep through, hauled out my periscope so we could take turns seeing from the...
