by Heidi Fischbach | Aug 18, 2012 | Essays, Poetry
Sometimes poems wait for you. It’s like a poem has run up ahead to get the lay of the land and then waits for you to catch up. That’s how you can get a poem way before you get a poem, way before being able to put into words the why or the how of it. But somehow your... by Heidi Fischbach | May 20, 2010 | Minding my life
I wasn’t really too worried except for maybe a bit… Last week I had a routine ____ (I have no intention of gracing my screen with that word… it simply does not do justice to the beauty that are breasts). Anyway, the chick doing the ____ had no... 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 | Mar 23, 2009 | Translations
(Translation (c) Heidi Fischbach. Read Neruda’s original “Pido Silencio” here Now if you’d leave me in peace.Now if you’d get on without me. I am going to close my eyes And I only want five things,five favorite roots. The first is love without end. The second is to... by Heidi Fischbach | Sep 29, 2008 | Crushes, Musing out loud
Sometimes I want to be my niece Caroline who’s cool and groovy, an awesome swimmer with a butterfly stroke that makes you jump up and down with joy (she’s 8!) and a growing leaf collection. Caroline loves girly things AND earthworms. She thinks slugs are a bit...
