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One True Beauty Finally, where I hoped you would be; now Butchered much to my misery. Locks of glitter and a solid length, Shelved in a...

Her Own Private Archive: A Found Poem Words from Daniel Mason’s North Woods She dreamed about these Ancient forests. (Glorious Beyond...

Thus Far A birthday poem Shamed for daring, for growth. There is no satisfying those Who’d never be what they want. When she has reached...

Harridan What I shall call the next Collection. The words we use For She. Belligerent. Bully. Bossy. Strict adherence To rules inflicted...

Snarl Back a bitch into any corner, and Her scissor-knife pearls come out. This is more than a threat. A clamorous, Brazen carillon;...

Garden of Empty Promise The soil is almost too good. These Gourds will take over the field. Never enough bellies for all that Sinewy...

Colonize II Fist to cuffs, you make the laws; Clutched now, all of us, in your claws. Cool girls pose, so we fit in, Even when doing such...

Colonize I A Golden Shovel after Margaret Atwood Time will ease guilt; you will not remember whether The plot you have built your house...

Our Holy and Obsolete Symbols II ( From MA’s “Eulogy for the Giant Tortoises” ) Try to anatomize all this, I dare you. There is no...

Our Holy and Obsolete Symbols I ( From M.A.’s “Eulogy for the Giant Tortoises” ) With someone so suboptimal in charge - Taking a feller...

Oh, Canada Innocuous mass above our heads, Giant kitten sleeping on my pillow Protecting me from dread. My Mother left New Brunswick at...

Another Poem about Breaking Up Inspired by M. A.’s “Circle Game” Dance around this circle game; [not the drain, not yet] Rings around...

Airport Whiskey for JSW This grief is the non-profit tote bag slung over my shoulder As we shop Newbury Street and Every plate of...

The Murmuration Always we in amazement watch The cyclone black and glimmering, Starlings flock and fall In formation.  How can I Live...

A Fresh Pencil for a Fresh Hell “ For years, the belief that poetry is here to help us  traveled with me everywhere, tucked into the...

Heather has been writing poetry for as long as she can remember and has been filling notebooks with it since she was a teenager. One of...