by Heidi Fischbach | Apr 15, 2009 | Musing out loud
What’s the point— Just last week, I was asking that about life, and once or twice I could taste the panic rising in my throat. Thing is, that question has no good answer. It’s an endless kind of loop. Which is to say, not helpful, whatsoever. I know all too well where... by Heidi Fischbach | Apr 4, 2009 | Poetry HF
Mercy death Just the other day I died a little a lot again and again right here on the floor while Leonard Cohen stole my breath with his holy irreverence streaming in Live from London He was the light and the crack and the bird on a wire I was Suzanne with the tea... by Heidi Fischbach | Apr 3, 2009 | Translations
(Translation (c) Heidi Fischbach. “Demasiados Nombres” is the Spanish, original title) Monday tangles up with Tuesday and a week with the whole year. Time cannot be cut with your weary scissors, all the names of the days are washed away by the night. No one can...
