by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
On this last day, the one in which the now shrinks down to a handful of breaths, and the air softens to welcome death and the world is shrouded in light like a crypt suffused with tender welcome – on this last day, the beloved sees invisible filaments strung...
by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
Embodied tsunami, the wave of grace rolls in to drown the world. Some few who huddle on the rooftop may be brave enough to give in to the defeating night, the black fog, and listen for a boat that may not be there. Stories have described a silken barge, a leaky...
by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
Tiny spruce trees, two and three inches tall, in a patch of broken rock. Habit of mind sees heroic signs of growth, tributes to resilience. Yet growth occurs where fertile soil surrenders to a passing seed, with warmth and wet to share. No effort here, an easeful...
by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
To find out that this life is the one I want – the one I long for and await – is like dancing in puddles. It is like standing in an empty room anticipating more silence and slowly being bathed in song from voices in the corners. Tipping over under a...
by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
So many of my thoughts are familiar and slightly musty – they smell like me, and show small rips and stains and signs of overuse. It’s hard to let them go – comforting warmth in the dark, oversized protection to cover up my flaws, gifts from those...
by heather | Sep 24, 2010 | Poems
As I sit with this blank page, the not-yet-breath makes space for the not-quite-word that finds its movement in the pen, splatters into shape, and waits for an eye to find voice.
