by heather | Nov 17, 2012 | Poems
Dangerous lives, these quiet ones who steep their feelings like tea, untasted and stored deep, brewing at a low simmer, until the pungent odour wafts – no, it assails the room, a chemical chess game where all the moves involve surrender. A dozen...
by heather | Nov 8, 2012 | Poems
With breath inside my breath, I nod to all the teachers who live inside me; their flexible minds, lithe bodies and ambrosia hearts move me in ways I cannot move but do, even if the mirror can’t capture my tiny shifts. They love me, even the ones...
by heather | Nov 8, 2012 | Poems
I don’t want to pray for the unlovely, the known mess, a tangle of threads complex and impervious. I prefer ladies in distress who live far away, or hang from clean turrets, prefer the noble trees in other backyards that need protecting, the...
by heather | Nov 8, 2012 | Poems
What is a spell if not a lightening rod for yearning, a vessel for collecting the energy of ages, an envelope for carrying the meeting place of tendrils? Distilled wordlets bathed in vision simmered in wisdom poured into being to quench a waiting thirst. ...
by heather | Nov 8, 2012 | Poems
Red-gold journeying, carrying ripe seeds, the salmon seems to push its way to where it needs to go; but strength is in its willingness to be thrown high by water, to let itself be slapped on the belly, moved forward into the unknown. There is work here, a...
