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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, May 18, 2012


a stranger cannot see
you anymore with
muddy desperation
manipulating the air

a small victory is
an empty echo
of your outbursts
as a token reward

the cost is more
than you can hold
feeding small mouths
but there is no 

true insurance, just
bottles of wine to carry
you through 
a string of days

you have moved on
climbed over
the sagging walls of 
that dismal box 

you left it there
it is clear now that
truth will never
fit in a container

© 5.18.12 heather brager  

Tuesday, May 15, 2012


your ice block walls 
will tumble down

the rubble 
                 will catch 
                                 the morning 

and water our flowers 
by dinnertime

© 5.15.12 heather brager 

Monday, May 14, 2012

exhale, inhale

the sky cracked open
blossoms drifted to the ground
reverse air pressure

© 5.14.12 heather brager

Friday, May 4, 2012

end and begin.

when the darkness comes
I dissolve
into the walls

the shadows that follow me
down hallways
become my cellmates

I shift within the structure
boards, plaster and nails
force me down

I am transformed
from bones and skin
my mind convulsing

I am the creaks and groans
of this empty home
held hostage

I am fire that burns it down
with shadows and ash
they will let me breathe

© 5.4.12 heather brager

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

mechanical advantage.

they sit there frozen
no harmonic drive in sight
the teeth are broken

© 5.2.12 heather brager