by heather | Sep 28, 2016 | Poems
If snails could speak imagine the ponderous space between utterings slow soundings of kindness freed from syllables their headpieces tasting wind so near the earth following no path, leaving shiny trails unnoticed in their own view carrying home...
by heather | Sep 28, 2016 | Poems
There were four triangles resting under ice in my freezer left there at Christmas when my sister, who made them by hand, went home. I was prostrate to listen that day in the sun before the grief welled up and although meditation sounds like...
by heather | Sep 28, 2016 | Sources of Inspiration
The past seven months have been so full of living, some of it quite raw. Deaths and transitions and lots of listening to others’ painful moments. And yet there has been such a sweetness, like a descant adding its melody to the main line of sound. Sources of...
by heather | Jan 30, 2016 | Poems
Not quite crazy I let myself be touched by the freefalling void the utter senselessness of being alive or dead meaning is just a convention, syllables sounding in a muscle under a scalp and somehow shared occasionally in almost-empty rooms. ...
by heather | Jan 30, 2016 | Poetry in Motion
I’d committed to describing “poetry in motion” … where my poems are moving… and neglected to celebrate my December 2015 collection called Prickly Kindness. Grateful that I’ve had enough poems arrive to put together 5 collections...
