by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
Fecundity and libido, both protrusions; both require a way of making room for new shapes, for the discomfort of thrust from within and without, for the letting go of plans in order to receive. Inextricable and different, they entangle me when I let them and...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
And because the word “tousled” does not do justice to the wild unfettered red of his hair, let me say this: when he said it was better to be a pessimist because then you don’t get hurt, I smiled at him with courage, not bravado or false cheeriness,...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
No wonder the words were so dramatic, all that smiting and rivening and splitting asunder, all those elephant gods and serpents with wings and voices inside fires or clouds or mountains. Now we make bright magic on our screens, we see the billowing gladnesses...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
I am ashamed of these riches, this shame is what has helped me hide; there is an embarrassment of plenitude, this rich unfurling passion that is not lust but its opposite, a honey flowering of generosity, a lush spilling of diamonds. It is the shame of the...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
Trust means I am falling and I really really hope there is a net, or several someones with a blanket, or warm water. It means I am trying to relax into the blurred view on the way down, trying to let the wind rush through my willing ears and still hear my own music...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
I am a poet-janitor, not the philosopher-king of old but one who cleans up the mess, figurative and literal. Oh, I used to say “innkeeper” as a mask of propriety or even “consultant” for other kinds of mopping up but the ego loves these...
