by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
I keep sneaking furtive glances at the clock as if to ask permission to keep the lists at bay a little longer, make a little more room for this seductive pastime, the disrobing of me. It is not all silk in these layers, first the smokey coveralls, the...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
The first adolescence moved through me with such strong quakes that I had to ignore them, could not bear to free the moving ground for fear of toppling. So I kept busy, moved faster than the tremors, found ways to listen to the light so that it could not touch...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
The lonesome wailers sing about a ribbon of highway and I have always heard the part about the highway and how we are forced to keep moving. Today I heard the song of the ribbon, the way it flows under our feet and also in our chests and shines back at us...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
I would zap you if I could, because that’s the urge we humans have, to fix quickly, with our eager intent, the things we think are broken. And so we keep coercing others to join our plan or pay them to influence or build; I don’t mean just the fat...
by heather | Nov 24, 2012 | Poems
Don’t fall in love with the pool boy; it’s the light on the water making him shimmer, and probably the heat, and you could be easily mistaken, fooled by a mirage into thinking that he could love you in a new way. Notice where the sight of him...
