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"Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard." Anne Sexton 

Heather Brager is a critically acclaimed juggler of calamity, an accomplished procrastinator, and shuffler of idioms. Her poetry and drawings can be found in various digital and print journals around the globe, and on the web.  She currently resides in New England and prefers the precipice of where the Atlantic meets the sand to the official looking office where she spends most of her time. 

Friday, January 28, 2011

Rebuilding.

value need not be quantified

or serendipitous integrity justified, yet


as memories placate, seconds philandering

backward movement, chained close to the throat

and dna winding, haunting syllables resonate

parallel, out front and behind

a falsely advantageous structure of home, so


stones tumble with a glance, prospects lost and found

in a flashbulb burst, over-glorified

justification of perpendicular faults

as the fictitious foundations crumble



© 1.28.2011 heather brager

Monday, January 17, 2011

January in Minnesota.

gritty slush passes the ankles
a surge of wet indifference
thrusts of air through the cochlea
almost reminiscent of harmony

light filters cyclical malaise
monochromatic hues of white noise
dodging the slack and pulling taut
nearly reaching essential altitude

chinook winds press the western walls
a hasty recollection of salvation
foliage crawling under reconstruction
slow motion frames against the sky


© 1.17.2011 heather brager


Monday, January 3, 2011

Knowing.

I used to breathe
in counting one, lengthening
and filling starved lungs
out on three, freeing my flesh of demons
clinging to my cilia

I used to sleep
ceiling to floor, cradling unconscious worry
releasing the irreverence
etched across the walls of
my sodden, swollen eyelids

I used to draw
randomly flocking, fractions of souls
shine and longing within their eyes
liberating my fingers of fret
clutching empty transformation

I used to know
much less of the workings of my mind
of the valves of my mechanical heart
the rasping and weary
measurement of my broken stride


© 1.3.2011 heather brager




the river. original pencil drawing by heather brager. 2009.