saturation.

over the sand, you are

the purveyor of brine

and leister of tender flesh

fictitious, torrential tides and 

rolling down, diving deep.

I watched you

over the galley

licking the floors, inside

a deafening pulse

the sky was lifting 

and crashing

I still see you there.

© 8.29.13 heather brager     

who took my good pen?

she is racing the halls

a caged animal and shepherd of cats

she is watching the

uncultivated progression 

a frenzied owl perched on the sill

head spinning around 

the language thrown 

from sixteen and a half directions

© 8.15.13 heather brager    

“Let everything happen to you. Beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke

stygian and ember.

Click to Listen.

she was a bird that night

above chaos and fires

rationalizing and migrating

guided by charcoal instinct

to another careful decent

she was a bird that night

black and blue down

slack in a cool wind

eyes obsidian and the sea

she was hollow

and she was light

© 8.15.13 heather brager   

new math.

words won’t make me whole

the sum is greater than one

and my coffee’s cold…

“I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen.”  ― J.G. Ballard

8.2.2013

the hands are parchment

the body a broken cage

wicked mind unmoored