by heather | Nov 3, 2014 | Poems
I feel a truth rolling, a snake in my belly learning to fly with no escape, finding expanse inside this bag of skin. So long I tried to calm its wriggle or seek a different heaven to soar in, trying to tame my own creation. Now I cry the finite tears of a limited sky,...
by heather | Nov 3, 2014 | Poems
This succulence is surely too easy, hence the strong walls keeping the secret at bay so someone will keep working fields of someones with pinched faces efforting while grapes dry into raisins and sweetness condenses silk and mounds of light shaped in morphing...
by heather | Oct 12, 2014 | Poems
When I sit here and pat the universe in my belly and catch myself wanting to be the queen bee I pay homage to all the other worker bees like me, the wisdom-tenders in their many seats, galaxies of wonder unnoticed and connected. This couch...
by heather | Oct 12, 2014 | Poems
This voice sounding puzzled, tasting old words as if they have new flavours, this is me speaking as a poet; transcribing real moments into words that hang together briefly. They rise from ordinary things, teakettles, my gratitude for socks, the toilet paper...
by heather | Oct 7, 2014 | Poems
Is this the kind of mud with no ripples, the kind where a person squats and gets stuck, where the falling in has no circles extending? Happy in my own muck, content to go no farther, is this a wasted journey or lotus...
by heather | Sep 9, 2014 | Poems
My gift is not in fixing but in stepping back with paintbrush poised or cordless drill or flashlight to say this is broken and breathe in the woundedness and possibility to find ways of lingering but not overlong, touched by what is here and what may...
