by heather | Nov 20, 2012 | Poems
Look at all the ways we shuck off our old skin; cocoons and corn husks, pruning old branches, new cars, lovers, madness at the mall… I have seen the stunned sorrow in the ones who are left behind, as well as the riotous confusion of the leavers that blew...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
Bite-sized pieces, I keep minimizing so that none will choke as they feed … and in the cutting down I feel the loss, as if this feast is better consumed like rich cuisine in a large pot. Surely it is up to others whether they sip or choose to gorge...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
There is a community of healers who warm the lives of others through true revelation, standing with light exposed through their work, the artistry of their sharing spread through music, paintings, gifts of stretching, words on film or page, loaves of bread, hands on...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
I’m not going anywhere even if I travel or fall off a cliff… right now I have this sense of home like a turtle with a porous shell who can sleep anywhere and be awake when the light tickles. And I can sense something near my heart that wants to know...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
For all that we dress worship in fancy robes, loose silk or thick brocade, it is really just a simple thanks. It is the act of grateful pause, the uncertain offering of just one cherished thing, or even the hole where it used to reside, and a pause for noticing how...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
The reason we hate witches is because they know we belong to a dirty decrepit family we want no part of. They welcome us into the coven of the damned when we want to be the lucky escapees. They don’t even have the decency to be outcasts in their...
