by heather | Apr 26, 2013 | Poems
Unlike my friend who polishes her stories so they shine at cocktail parties, I have daily flecks of gold free at water’s edge. Still timid, the questions hide, when what I want to ask is: what have you summoned lately? what are your dreams conjuring onto your...
by heather | Apr 26, 2013 | Poems
I saw myself, a sideways glimpse, sneaking past my fear to find someone else to do my work. Not just the obvious aversions but also the care of my fiefdom; baker, lover, monk lined up for pay. The glance forward to a bloated self watching a coach on my...
by heather | Apr 26, 2013 | Poems
There is a howl that echoes in a ragged hole where I rarely hear the wail of my own need, anger pulsing aimlessly. All these stories of love denied, light covered, joy squelched in the mud of propriety. Salt from unshed tears lining my rancour, a chemistry of...
by heather | Apr 26, 2013 | Sources of Inspiration
Just wanted to say thanks to Michael Brown for his great book, which I’ve experienced as very alive and enlivening.
by heather | Mar 12, 2013 | Poems
This is so good; sensual joy from nerve ends conspiring to sing their rhythms in vital comfort — not blanket or escape, deep quiver of raw freshness. All is well, even here on the charred planet, soft couch, memory of torment in the eye of a storm still raging. This...
