by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
Some people throw bones, or tea leaves some splash paint or make collages to rearrange what they have found so far. Some think they need a medium or another person’s power to access the deep voices. Some throw words at a page to see what...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
When I ask “which truth?” I know that I have not yet circled back deeply around the pond far enough because it sounds like there are still multiple versions like light shining off a diamond with many facets which is true until you are...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
All those people waiting tables or turning tricks, waiting for the knight to discover them and me in this hidden room doing the same, only worse, because they know what they wait for and I am inconstant in my waiting, expecting different footfalls or...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
Like a 1940s actress, a plucky sweet heroine, I go back to my dressing room and don’t see the door is ajar. I have stripped down to this lovely peach silk slip, and am fiddling with my garters, more functional than sexy, lost in my own thoughts ...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
Billions of Buddhas and if you count the ants I’m not even sure of the order of magnitude. Hard and so easy to fall into this seeing and not let it scare you in defeat or numb hiding, to gasp a silent welcome. Not just cool water or warm, but...
