by heather | Aug 31, 2014 | Poems
Like a muscle gripped against old pain and softened, discovering quiet after assault like a candle snuffed out by velvet night breezes so darkness can dance in a spangled cloak like a spring-fed lake whose only exit is evaporation ongoing the...
by heather | Aug 31, 2014 | Poems
There was a lilypad pushed by ripples to rub up against the next, opening like a baby’s mouth to gawp against its neighbour. I watched the green look like it was eating its brother but each soft undulation left both unharmed. There was a rain...
by heather | Aug 31, 2014 | Poems
I am spending more time with my prognosis: dying this death that seems slow but won’t at the end instead of putting on a sweater and waiting in the office for the name of it I am lying in the sun and letting rain touch me the diagnosis...
by heather | Aug 31, 2014 | Poems
Leave no trace, walk so gently the earth feels your toes as a tickle and grass springs back after your touch. Start erasing with kindness all the pencil marks sketching your contours, all the measurements planned for safe cutting. Think of your seeds not...
by heather | Jul 30, 2014 | Sources of Inspiration
I pretty much get inspired by every article in the National Geographic… and much of what I hear on CBC radio… and mostly by what passes outside my living room window. So why do I bother to post these? I feel a lot of gratitude for the people who have...
