“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

senseless.

I am instructor and student

building my database

of amplified, random categories

I am a crazed animal, calculating

your movements on a crowded floor

measuring the color of your eyes

against a dimly lit July sky

I am writing olfactory

memoirs of our mornings when

I thought I knew who I was, 

I thought I knew 

who you were

© 8.1.13 heather brager  

My new motto.