by heather | Aug 8, 2012 | Poems
He howled like a dog, filling the space with sound to greet the day, and was startled when our neighbour howled back. He flushed, and grinned and begged me to howl and I encouraged him and yipped a little but could not find the sound for bellowing my presence on the...
by heather | Aug 3, 2012 | Poems
Poor Noah, the neighbours wondering why his mind had crashed, that boatbuilding in the desert – all that learning, and cajoling his family to belief (or just scaring them into it with wicked tantrums). What does a sand dweller know about boats? Did he really...
by heather | Aug 3, 2012 | Poems
There is a fierce altar not far away or hard to find but frightening in its simple design, its stark demands. That which you hold dear. The deep mutton of your beliefs, drag these live and kicking beasts or old carcasses, feel the weight of resistance in your body,...
by heather | Aug 3, 2012 | Poems
I have a maiden aunt inside, her world wrapped up in me, the niece with great potential. She barges into lines, unafraid to push ahead for my security, has snide remarks for all the other girls and makes sure I go first. Her vicarious love has pushed me onto stages...
by heather | Aug 3, 2012 | Poems
“Life sucks,” the Buddha said, scratched and smiling. The falling makes you bleed, abrasions in the tumbling, sometimes broken bones or even dying, which you think is someone else’s problem. And so you perch on that slippery slope, angry at the...
by heather | Aug 3, 2012 | Poems
When Magdalena bought her oil to slather on the feet of her beloved while she could still touch them, seeing in her knowing eye the thorns ahead and cherishing each rough callus of his travelling toes … she might have been shocked by their anger, surprised out...
