This is the fundraising campaign for the A.g. Synclair Memorial Fund:
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
2:54 a.m. reconciliation
all of these years
we smoldered and blazed
the well constructed fires
west and east, poetry
for food and misery,
liquor for blankets
in truckstop hotels
sleeping closer than skin
I was just in the other room
baking you a cake
you forced your way
through my bones,
my bending soul
dangling keys and truth
while we reconciled the
many layers of our lives,
walked the cemeteries and
drove the empty highways
always finding our way back
to the same sad song
when I am scared that
you won't recognize me
I curl you deep within
the cocoon of my ribcage
sensing a subtle writhing, I
comfort you with my breath,
you are a found child and
storm on the horizon
I breathe you back to sleep
© 3.29.2016 heather brager
we smoldered and blazed
the well constructed fires
west and east, poetry
for food and misery,
liquor for blankets
in truckstop hotels
sleeping closer than skin
I was just in the other room
baking you a cake
you forced your way
through my bones,
my bending soul
dangling keys and truth
while we reconciled the
many layers of our lives,
walked the cemeteries and
drove the empty highways
always finding our way back
to the same sad song
when I am scared that
you won't recognize me
I curl you deep within
the cocoon of my ribcage
sensing a subtle writhing, I
comfort you with my breath,
you are a found child and
storm on the horizon
I breathe you back to sleep
© 3.29.2016 heather brager
Sunday, March 13, 2016
halfeti rose.
nowhere near providence, she has found him again
slumped forward, a deconstructed flower
in his closed fists, invisible treasures
an eternity of skies written on his arm
silent bewilderment in his eyes, almost
like the afternoon they met
the broken mantle clock
futures of observant children
the gift of a self portrait
the gift of a self portrait
lying on a kitchen table, now framed in the dark
how his hands
once felt on her skin
witnesses a foreign voice recite
a prayer in a whisper
it must have kept her alive when he left
something kept her alive
years compressed into a hand tracing a spine
clarity drowns and resurfaces
love is not an emotion, but meager sustenance
she turns her face to the ocean, pulling steadily on
the horizon, wave upon wave crashing down
an eternity of skies
an eternity of skies
© 3.13.2016 heather brager
Thursday, March 3, 2016
the persistence of memory.
she refuses to end sentences with terror
though images of vacant desert
landscapes
force the last breath of air from her
lungs
seconds are melting incomprehensible
a soft voice answering and consoling
though she is holding hostage a velvet
rage
she watches a woman dousing wreckage with
the sea
a bare branch and timepiece on a
bedside table
drown by rebirth and the flocks
are coming
© 3.3.2016 heather brager
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)