My photo

"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, June 29, 2012


if I speak of the
algorithms on the wall

symbols untranslated
by my tired eyes

preaching a chronicle
I can’t understand

the patterns are
in powder pink

© 6.29.12 heather brager

Monday, June 25, 2012


dust in the corners
forced across an empty floor
she should be the wind

© 6.25.12 heather brager

Monday, June 11, 2012


the whites of her eyes
vacant, falling feminine
it seeps through the mirror
onto the streaked wall

apart, a woman
the form of an idea you
recall with derision
a version of

a former self

there is a dark
blue iris
a cut on her
right thumb
falling hair, teeth, breasts
a soft
turned stomach

© 6.11.12 heather brager


we are buried far beneath
the rigid corpses of our past

in the distance we recite
the lyric that binds us

we bond with the pain
that drives us mad

we are left again
and chasing behind

we still hold our cards
behind our backs

© 6.11.12 heather brager 

Wednesday, June 6, 2012


poor lividity
shattered words cannot restore
a complete breakdown