by heather | Oct 21, 2012 | Poems
She believed the story of the 24-hour day, the certain tilt of the world as it bowed around the sun and kept its spinning gentle without moods or decisions. She believed that each day required a shape, a salutation of the dawn, a careful honouring of tides, a...
by heather | Oct 21, 2012 | Poems
Inadequately loved, we all tumble from the places where we sleep, feel the slap of the floor uprising in the face of our disorientation. Our legs wobble before we can rise to goodness, a necessary parenting, a firm and incoherent caring uplifting from...
by heather | Oct 21, 2012 | Poems
I watch your sleeping, the formline of defeat and relaxation, a collapse into non-effort while the breathing is all that remains and I wish you could share. Where are the hidden places that itch? Where does the sand in your days touch the soft flesh of your inner...
by heather | Oct 21, 2012 | Poems
You’ve seen the coffeemaker, how the heat is required, how flow and bubble unfold, and there needs to be alignment or all that fragrant flavour is wasted on the countertop and floor. So too with me, the way my will can shove me out of line, afraid of the...
by heather | Sep 29, 2012 | Poems
The writhing oracle pants in her lair, swirls with the colours of burning infinities wheeling through the skies, unseen and hiding. Pandora’s box, the lid has slid, an internal spilling, the crazy chaos point and counterpoint, speed and dead calm, shrieks of...
by heather | Sep 29, 2012 | Poems
Like a doula, she sits with the birthing; watching the pain and providing some comfort, she notices the push, monitors the heart, invites more breath. No prescribing here, she helps the not-yet-mother through transition to arrival of a tender joy. There is tearing...
