by heather | May 20, 2012 | Poems
Diurnal liturgy, this dance of flesh and bone, discomfort and spacious opening, self-judgement and expansive loss of self in a warm river… living symbol, outward and visible, wrapped around space and time, and then another breath. This body a canvas, an...
by heather | Feb 4, 2012 | Poems
And why is it only now with the encroaching comforting midlife belly and haggard love lines and soft tolerant resignation that I see the adolescent longing for company? This teen who wanted to be known and heard, and merged and understood and now must learn new...
by heather | Feb 4, 2012 | Poems
That day when housework seemed the most loving act of violence, the best way to channel creative destruction, deep yearning restlessness and anger provoked in a fury of sweeping, a silent scratching at the pans, a ripping asunder of bedclothes and the front...
by heather | Feb 4, 2012 | Poems
You can turn your back on the sunrise and still it grows, so that with each burden you lift, not watching, it will flush more pink into the sky. And every time you return to the east, staggering, to the place where you set your burden down, the sky has painted a...
by heather | Feb 4, 2012 | Poems
This net, strung in the cold heights, alone before dawn on the mountain, just sits. Or stands or waves in the breeze, defined by its limitations, supported by deep branches extending into earth. Immersed in cold damp cloud, it does nothing; no subtle invitation, no...
