by heather | Jul 30, 2012 | Poems
Midlife friends with dying fathers or missing mothers or similar hidden gashes wounding the day with a deep desire to please, to successfully wrap our days in a beautiful bow, impeccably resolved and well-taped to offer back as a tidy and generous ending. There is no...
by heather | Jul 30, 2012 | Poems
How slowly can I walk, how much langour and unbecoming, trailing my feet through the woods like water on fingers while someone else rows … how slowly can I move and still go forwards? The chickadees, the dogs, the leaf miners munching through their moments all...
by heather | Jul 26, 2012 | Poems
How deeply creative to hear a story in a well known voice and slowly rub words away, crafting vacuum where coherence thought it lived. Let awareness scalpel its way through symbols to make new sounds. Let silence ring out essence of what lies buried in babble. This...
by heather | Jul 26, 2012 | Poems
In the windstorm there is fear of toppling, desire to grip the earth with toes, stay rooted with a net protecting everything around. There is fear of being tossed, a rough, uncontrolled turbulence yanking all we know and love, the mighty push that shows us as debris....
by heather | Jul 8, 2012 | Poems
A fresh hibiscus plucked before its time, folded in on itself, dried and fragile. Wrapped in a cocoon of sacred happenings, musty blinding coverings, accumulations of debris that look like bits of dirty leaf, the flower waits for years until the slow boil with its...
by heather | Jul 8, 2012 | Poems
Nowhere safe for women to pee in Mumbai; even the men fighting for their basic rights, but the women afraid to drink water because they have no access to relief. Surely even lush feisty girls will wither, lose their will to fight and grow and nurture, dried out in the...
