by heather | Jul 30, 2014 | Poems
I have to smile at my habit of sipping so lightly at wisdom’s offered cup before wanting to pass it along with genuine generosity and wisdom, more generous still keeps bringing me flavours and invitations to drink the cup dry, imbibing deeply, a profound...
by heather | Jul 30, 2014 | Poems
Those foals who struggle only once and find their legs so quickly even as they falter how did I miss that lesson, why has it taken so long to find these feet? And even at this age long past cute or innocent, I can welcome the faltering and bravely try to...
by heather | Jul 30, 2014 | Poems
Poetry of the body, this tracing of currents to see where thoughts travel, glimmers of fish in streams, where debris has diverted fresh flow and can be shifted. And of course these thoughts are rarely words, moving as sensation and mood, colours of some cousin...
by heather | Oct 14, 2013 | Poems
She will break you with an unseen kindness, rattling your shape until the brittle fragments form a destitute mosaic, a natural, defeated jumble of broken colours. And though you fear the piercing power of these sharp shards, she laughs with deft hands. ...
by heather | Oct 14, 2013 | Poems
I am a messy painter, it comes from the way these brushes are clutched between my fingers, creating a long fan in each hand. Each brush a different shade, sliding paint around my world without precision but dripping love, profusion of colour. And...
by heather | Oct 14, 2013 | Poems
All these heroes who find the front of the room to disrobe, to proudly say I am gay, I’m an alcoholic, I have been wounded and can show you how to live with the liberated raw. And me, after scratching for a long while, and listening in the night,...
