by heather | Jun 30, 2012 | Poems
The deep hum takes on a mournful note when solitudes are silent at the edges when voices are stilled as the churches crumble away and the cadence of community falters when the falling apart has dropped its icicle shards and the tinkling music of their smashing has...
by heather | May 20, 2012 | Poems
I choose to believe in my body, in its wisdom primeval, the DNA of my ancestors resting in my cells. I choose to believe in my feelings, the love and fear and trusted other signals, the wisdom of my gut and the fluid of my joy. I choose to believe in my right action,...
by heather | May 20, 2012 | Poems
There is a view of the world where the chimneys all point down and the birds rest with their feet on rooftops so their heads are ready to dive into the deep blue of the sky below them… and in this place I feel the tremble, real life coursing through my open...
by heather | May 20, 2012 | Poems
Diurnal liturgy, this dance of flesh and bone, discomfort and spacious opening, self-judgement and expansive loss of self in a warm river… living symbol, outward and visible, wrapped around space and time, and then another breath. This body a canvas, an...
by heather | Feb 4, 2012 | Poems
And why is it only now with the encroaching comforting midlife belly and haggard love lines and soft tolerant resignation that I see the adolescent longing for company? This teen who wanted to be known and heard, and merged and understood and now must learn new...
by heather | Feb 4, 2012 | Poems
That day when housework seemed the most loving act of violence, the best way to channel creative destruction, deep yearning restlessness and anger provoked in a fury of sweeping, a silent scratching at the pans, a ripping asunder of bedclothes and the front...
