by Heidi Fischbach | Sep 1, 2010 | Poetry HF
We arrived when the tide was turning, pulling upher hem like a mother who’d never once forgottenshe was a woman first and always. I went down to her edge, surely just to my ankles, I thought,but she lapped my legs and clapped her bawdy castanetson sand bars ever... by Heidi Fischbach | Apr 6, 2010 | Poetry HF
April is National Poetry Month. This one’s been brewing for months. It’s getting there. What Wants Saying Merchants of luxury trade in securities back and forth and up and down the walled streets of restless minds, selling lies of commission, omission, and... by Heidi Fischbach | Feb 25, 2010 | Poetry HF
I got myself an itty bitty mortar ‘n’ pestle, a present for the hard stuff to get to the sweet stuff inside things like a vanilla bean and a cardamom pod and a restless, tired mind, which I crushed and added to a sexy Bosc pear sauteing it all on low flame... by Heidi Fischbach | Nov 3, 2009 | Poetry HF
Yesterday’s wind, it took things with it, The leaves, for one. Another month, for two. For three, some threadbare fantasies. But it left a near-full moon and rolled out a red carpet to where I do not know. (1 Nov.... by Heidi Fischbach | Oct 11, 2009 | Poetry HF
Too much info not enough ear Too much bony not enough rear Too much quiet not enough shout Not enough action too much doubt Too much air and not enough ground Too much square not enough round Too much look and not enough find Not enough body far too much mind Too much...
