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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, April 17, 2012

it is not arithmetic.

there is a demon in his chest
crawling through the ventricles
lurking in the arteries, waiting

waiting for the moment, when
the pulse quickens and sparks
his eyes grow dark, absent light

the light dims,  then flickers out
its blackness smothering the air
inhabiting his skeleton, licking his heart

his heart will thrash and quiver
stopping and gasping, long before
his features will return, to see the dawn

© 4.17.12 heather brager

we know better.

we die at midnight
waking to snow covered dirt
that is mud by noon

© 4.17.12 heather brager

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

it will not rain.

the plans are written

upon the souls of their feet

the sky does not know

© 4.11.12 heather brager

Monday, April 9, 2012

a cyclical story.

if there was a trophy
he knew he had earned it

gradually mimicking nature as the seasons changed

he knew he was a warrior
a ruler among the pious few

all the while, dragging the pretty young thing by her hair

he situated her on a pedestal
as he prepared his throne

the shrubbery grew around her as he stacked precious stones

he thought would defend her
ignoring the power she offered him

inside the empty house on a lake, the grounds are overgrown

he never saw time passing
while she cut off her hair

© written a long time ago... rediscovered 4.9.12 heather brager