by heather | Nov 27, 2010 | Poems
because after you stand up it is too late, and you need that tight grounding while seated, and there may be ruthless flight. Fasten them with gentleness and intention and awareness – unfastening requires a quick and fluid adjustment. Seat belt in flight,...
by heather | Nov 1, 2010 | Poems
Well, this is new, this moment now. It has a tickle of surprise, an unfamiliar journeying, a fresh scent of pine or maybe lemon. It has a widening flavour, a roomy circle, a gossamer and impenetrable strength. Externally observed beside this coffee cup, or...
by heather | Oct 30, 2010 | Poems
The wolf at the door was growling and in the black interior of mind’s eye I saw red fangs, a slathering of fear to keep me imprisoned, ready to be prey. But when I opened, the day outside was light enough to see hungry, bedraggled coyote, lonely and calling,...
by heather | Oct 15, 2010 | Poems
The mystical response, agog with recognition that this seething belly is the fractal cousin of the places and time where clouds of roiling and boiling spit out new galaxies… this gaping and precise flash of awe is a logical outcome. There is a time when the...
by heather | Sep 30, 2010 | Poems
And the reason it feels like bubbles is the uncontrollable rising conveys light emptiness; a giddy connection of fat shapes in roly-poly wonder, the opposite of swallowing. Effervescent essence greets itself at play in the froth. It cannot be contained, existing only...
by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
Why these fences, slippery barricades greased for deterrence, barbs sharpened to repel welcome? Come! she says but not too close; make haste! but not too fast lest illusion slip, walls collapse, the lonely posture...
