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,...
by heather | Oct 14, 2013 | Poetry in Motion
This new “category” of posts marks my re-entry into the world of posting and my commitment to sharing my writing. It is a category for telling the story of where these poems travel. In this case, I want to acknowledge a few very polite acquisitions editors...
by heather | May 4, 2013 | Poems
Too much, I feel the vibrant geometry of all those starlings, each with their own dance of effort and immersion. The skill of dropping in to links far deeper than the thoughts in any bird-brain. Grace manifest, each feather tilting in a shared cohesion to lift a bird,...
