by heather | Aug 18, 2012 | Poems
Awake through the storm, I saw dark clouds and listened to wet disturbance, watched as gossamer billows dumped water on the hills, felt cold that looked like snow. I witnessed the sad burden of the grey, the struggle of no visible dawn. Startled by the hole, the...
by heather | Aug 18, 2012 | Poems
More like a garden than a flower … the withering and blossoming at once, red fruit still green underneath, deep purple falling off the branch or pecked by those who need it. The fertilizer smells, supports the hidden bulbs, feeds the brilliant lilies worshipping...
by heather | Aug 18, 2012 | Poems
She plays at being a poet, the garret not too tall, while the mermaids and princesses and cowboys and mimes, the bakers and seducers, dance and yell and play close by. True nature is a ball of light, a river of love, a diverse sameness flowing through it all. Under...
by heather | Aug 8, 2012 | Poems
This silk scarf is for sharing; you can play with it on the lawn or dance while it supports the fluttering. You can watch your women friends bring out their own intricate and bold beauty, show your men friends the sleek colours that can soften the room. You can wrap...
by heather | Aug 8, 2012 | Poems
He howled like a dog, filling the space with sound to greet the day, and was startled when our neighbour howled back. He flushed, and grinned and begged me to howl and I encouraged him and yipped a little but could not find the sound for bellowing my presence on the...
