by heather | Nov 12, 2015 | Poems
Mid-life can be like waking groggy from an afternoon nap with some regret for the angle of the sun, how the golden evening is here and there is still time to play but the day is receding quickly. Some go reeling when they hear the herald call of dark, frantic...
by heather | Aug 3, 2015 | Poems
The wag end of a dog, flick of a tail pointing to instinct and pleasure expressed by the planet through years of evolution in one brief wave so much of what I do the same involuntary movement except the planet can see it when I do having evolved...
by heather | Aug 3, 2015 | Poems
Pick me up by the scruff, shake me on this journey letting me feel the loose camouflage of this skin, the jumbled bones within the helpless hanging, alert and shining eyes willing to be carried to safety, set down in new alignment. So much...
by heather | Aug 3, 2015 | Poems
All those telescopes in tune, filling a field, expectant listening, receiving and distilling, attentive and moving by fractions, planted and supple and not just yin, but also thrust, the vivid squint skywards beyond what is known, the questing thirst to find...
by heather | Jun 1, 2015 | Poems
I take refuge in the whiteboard in my body the blank page where I gently wipe clean all the lovely thoughts and painful stories where the pastel shades and violent hues of sensation and emotion show their colours and leave no trace where I trust...
by heather | Jun 1, 2015 | Poems
Have you heard the news? Listen to the leaves, they’ll tell you – they’re excited in their patient, rooted thrumming they murmur in the night whispering delight over sleeping feathers and all who stalk and scamper under the moon. Have...
