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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. 

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

the scintillant.

the voices always change

in the dim light after sunset

from that of sweets coated in silica,

words slide off of a sharpened tongue

then echoes of gears grinding,

seizing air between the teeth

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she was found there once, crushed

velvet and delicate porcelain debris

shards sinking through melting ice

of judgments bent to compulsion

now, carefully fading to the back

silent tinctures in the blankets

dreaming of jewels and carved stones

waiting for the skies to fill with light


© september 2011 heather brager

Monday, September 12, 2011

make believe.

she had ventured a lifetime ago

a world defined by blanketed mystery

absent words that spoke volumes

stories between lines left unfastened


the air was chilled and her steps muffled

then she was left to find a way home


she had visited each of the boundaries

peering over precipices with wide eyes

she had slipped beneath the surface

water pulled her to dark and silent depths


fictitious memories had filtered time

then she awakened and found herself alone


© september 2011 heather brager