by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
“I am strong but lazy” I said as a joke but it is true… why is easy for me to turn a blind eye to the fact of the world’s dying as if I don’t need to take it personally? Why is there such sweet temptation in the offer of help?...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
They belong in the wood boiler those poems, about the way the young lover took me by surprise even though it was planned from my first gasp, and the way I was a madam in the whorehouse that I never even saw or knew the way to. It is not fun, but perhaps...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
Fecundity and libido, both protrusions; both require a way of making room for new shapes, for the discomfort of thrust from within and without, for the letting go of plans in order to receive. Inextricable and different, they entangle me when I let them and...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
And because the word “tousled” does not do justice to the wild unfettered red of his hair, let me say this: when he said it was better to be a pessimist because then you don’t get hurt, I smiled at him with courage, not bravado or false cheeriness,...
by heather | Nov 18, 2012 | Poems
No wonder the words were so dramatic, all that smiting and rivening and splitting asunder, all those elephant gods and serpents with wings and voices inside fires or clouds or mountains. Now we make bright magic on our screens, we see the billowing gladnesses...
