by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
Some words for a coming-of-age ceremony or as vows before a marriage: I promise to love my body and care for it with healthy compassion to the best of my changing capacity. I promise to listen to my feelings and pay attention to what they can teach me. I will...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/67973743″ iframe=”true” /] Do you know she once gave a butterfly necklace and a much-needed cup of praise to a thirsty girl who then became an artist? And she doesn’t remember but I...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
I am the birther, head flung back and then staring forward without a plan and only the deep contraction of pain that is also exhultation. Too long I worried about what kind of creatures I was growing, whether they had what they needed to suck nourishment...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
Arise aroused, let life take shape inside your messy form, watch before dawn for curtains of aurora blown in breezes that you cannot touch, stand still so their movement has even more visible flux. Let the bright cry of starlight fill your heart and empty your...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
“I am strong but lazy” I said as a joke but it is true… why is easy for me to turn a blind eye to the fact of the world’s dying as if I don’t need to take it personally? Why is there such sweet temptation in the offer of help?...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
They belong in the wood boiler those poems, about the way the young lover took me by surprise even though it was planned from my first gasp, and the way I was a madam in the whorehouse that I never even saw or knew the way to. It is not fun, but perhaps...
