Monday, November 20, 2017

love as metaphor.

these flowers we prune,

water, expose to the light,

then string up to die


© 11.20.2017 heather brager

Friday, November 3, 2017

aurora, aurora.


lent to the autumn
gusts, jeweled trees
murmuring truth under
an expectant moon, months
pregnant with probability, rich with
faltering grace, left tangled
in silent spells and threats of
darkness on their heels, oh
breathe, breathe the absence 
hunted and held down
by a silky dawn

they are filling their
cups, hands in milk and
honey, palms upturned
to a charlatan, piercing
all directions at once
aurora, aurora
the truth north, the
transformation a
lightening birth



© 11.3.2017 heather brager


Tatiana Plakhova.