by heather | Mar 5, 2011 | Poems
This asymmetrical life reflects the mountain range in view – crags and hollows, rough cohesion bespeaking form, a slow tenderizing where chunks erode or crash unexpectedly. No perfect cones, unmanicured, a profile wrought by nature’s hand without imposed...
by heather | Feb 4, 2011 | Poems
In this kind of strength there is such wobbling, such surrender to the shaking fire, wet wood damp around small sparks. These shambala warriors in soft robes, no clanking armour… deep familiarity with fear, a humbled kinship with those who feel its nauseous bite....
by heather | Jan 22, 2011 | Poems
Perhaps it’s the weather, the fear of cold’s long fingers creeping under doorframes making this beloved town so timid. Except, in spring’s wild warming the blankets stay wrapped around ears, phones on call display, caution primly masquerading as risk...
by heather | Jan 7, 2011 | Poems
When the pedestals have all been sold and stand as lonely reminders of a beautiful god now manifest instead of adored … when mass has forced energy out of the Christ holiday so that love and questions are all that remain … when the certain shape of God has...
by heather | Dec 6, 2010 | Poems
The unstoppered flute, full open holes, seemed like the sound of liberation. No blockage, exquisite wrapping for air hugged by structured body. With breath, the manifestation of music sounds, unequal, divergent, trilling and keening, funereal and ecstatic. The flute...
by heather | Nov 27, 2010 | Poems
Calligraphy in malls, he wrote. Or with a grubby 8 year old thrilled with new pens. Or a circle of song in a room of resilience and messy tables. Or a place of retreat that wheezes quietly, empty, full, empty, without a glossy flyer. Or poems lost in notebooks in...
