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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. 

Saturday, November 19, 2016

you may never know.

she carries crooked years
tucked neatly in both pockets

hands full of hard lessons
trailing behind like crumbs

she is not lost and
does not beg to be found

she will feed you and quietly
watch you sleep on her pillow

with splinters and hope
she will be gone by dawn

© 11.19.16 heather brager

Monday, November 14, 2016

things I don't say.

whether or not
you comprehend, I can
see through the beautiful
skin stretched
across your chest
to the cells colliding
behind your rib cage.
you think you
control your heart
the direction that
blood flows, the valves
and complex mechanisms
that make you stand
here in my kitchen
wondering what it
is that you want
my fingers long
to slide behind your
ribs and wrap
themselves around
feel the gentle pulse
to solve all of the
mysteries of
this moment
but don't worry, I will leave
it there because it
doesn't belong to me.

© 11.15.16 heather brager

Friday, November 11, 2016

everything you pretend to be.

why would he hesitate
her flesh beneath
the quiet beauty 

a quivering projection 
from somewhere overhead
without a forest floor

emptiness left downwind
skeletons reduced 
to pieces in a puzzle

his face turned south 
abandoned structures 
neglected grass calling  

shadows of canis lupus
her coat pale in moonlight
protecting his throat

© 11.11.16 heather brager