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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. 

Wednesday, January 30, 2013


we are wandering
stars swallowed by the cosmos
burning ourselves out

© 1.30.2013 heather brager

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

looking in.





he has been restrained
for what seems
infinite eternities

a hostage of cognizance

caged in a disposable
frame, worn vulnerable
and left modest again

in that endless hollow valley

he is a captive held
by the sky, as she carefully
pins him to the earth

each verdict binds him
to a path, he is
destined to travel alone

he may flee the land
a safe road is his, and
he can read the signs

if he chooses to ascend

a route of divination
life isolated, life
but a penance to which

he provides his consent



© 1.7.2013 heather brager

Monday, January 7, 2013

darkness.

I am often motionless 
drawing the lost shadows 
of abandoned thought
on the ceiling and walls

anonymity is liquefied 
she is swallowed by ink 
and I am undefended 
and indistinguishable 
from the earth 
and the night

© 1.7.2013 heather brager 


Friday, January 4, 2013

the alternate reality.


when we are lying close
the slow words are
released from your mouth

vapid and wilted
they slither prudently
into my right ear

you are in our bed
and you are elsewhere

a reverse life, flickering
beneath closed eyelids

your hands clutch
the blankets twisted

around my body
but you are grasping for
your own heart


© 1.4.13 heather brager

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

an early january morning.



the hue of the sky is rime
our breath, burning from our bodies
wimpering, a mitten is fused to the floor
we are quavering statues, suspended
until the engine warms


© 1.2.13 heather brager