by heather | Mar 12, 2013 | Poems
Travel or don’t, listen or speak, learn or teach, journey out or in, no problem just taste the wind to discover whether you are finding or seeking the seeking can raise your head so that you stumble and uncovering is...
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...
