by heather | Mar 12, 2013 | Poems
Actually I am a poet right now in this scratching of pen, a quiet house warming itself against outside cold. I thought I needed more, some eyes to read these words or ears to hear them or plotting how to share. But the mime who performs in her home...
by heather | Mar 12, 2013 | Poems
I was seventeen and fearful in my body, awkward and stiff in that latina dance class, pale fish out of water. And she looked like a gargoyle come to life, a fat wild girl with a lazy eye, a nightmare gypsy who also did not fit the tidy room. But when she...
by heather | Feb 10, 2013 | Poems
Your gift, a spark that wants to flame, creates in me desire to craft, to mould and shape with care, to formulate and manifest bright unexpected rainbows. Unseen colour swirls, untasted flavours tingle, and duty throbs like craving with dignity as if a new...
by heather | Feb 10, 2013 | Poems
It must be love, this friendship with knots untying over distance, untouched time making room for holding space where compost settles. Fermenting waste, decay has its own perfume and some of it is sweet. And sure, there is a story about new green, bright...
by heather | Jan 18, 2013 | Poems
Sacrifice and renunciation arrived as two teachers speaking in the evening and waking me in the night with a blank slate wiped briefly. Listening to them too early is a fierce denial of blood and flesh and chlorophyll, responding to demands that are heard as a...
by heather | Jan 18, 2013 | Poems
Endings come after and before and after and then there is the space beside the hospital bed between them. And in this space there are words, and none, places of soft longing and no safety and remembering sweetness. So I frame my mouth into a circle to...
