by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
The reason we hate witches is because they know we belong to a dirty decrepit family we want no part of. They welcome us into the coven of the damned when we want to be the lucky escapees. They don’t even have the decency to be outcasts in their...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
Some words for a coming-of-age ceremony or as vows before a marriage: I promise to love my body and care for it with healthy compassion to the best of my changing capacity. I promise to listen to my feelings and pay attention to what they can teach me. I will...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/67973743″ iframe=”true” /] Do you know she once gave a butterfly necklace and a much-needed cup of praise to a thirsty girl who then became an artist? And she doesn’t remember but I...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
I am the birther, head flung back and then staring forward without a plan and only the deep contraction of pain that is also exhultation. Too long I worried about what kind of creatures I was growing, whether they had what they needed to suck nourishment...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
Arise aroused, let life take shape inside your messy form, watch before dawn for curtains of aurora blown in breezes that you cannot touch, stand still so their movement has even more visible flux. Let the bright cry of starlight fill your heart and empty your...
