by heather | Jul 26, 2012 | Poems
In the windstorm there is fear of toppling, desire to grip the earth with toes, stay rooted with a net protecting everything around. There is fear of being tossed, a rough, uncontrolled turbulence yanking all we know and love, the mighty push that shows us as debris....
by heather | Jul 8, 2012 | Poems
A fresh hibiscus plucked before its time, folded in on itself, dried and fragile. Wrapped in a cocoon of sacred happenings, musty blinding coverings, accumulations of debris that look like bits of dirty leaf, the flower waits for years until the slow boil with its...
by heather | Jul 8, 2012 | Poems
Nowhere safe for women to pee in Mumbai; even the men fighting for their basic rights, but the women afraid to drink water because they have no access to relief. Surely even lush feisty girls will wither, lose their will to fight and grow and nurture, dried out in the...
by heather | Jul 8, 2012 | Poems
Like the satisfying struggle to cut through an old credit card with barely adequate scissors I tussle with my thoughts, wrestling back on the reins. Pulling in the possibilities, cutting my ties with the past, allowing more room for cool dark syrup to flow through my...
by heather | Jul 8, 2012 | Poems
God with a headache, I am that which I am seeking, vast ocean poured lovingly into this body. Cresting with sublime compassion, falling into the trough of my own craving, there is no outside magic, no exit. Patience helps the voyage, not by soothing waves but adding...
