Author Archives: heidi

i am on old woman-child finger tips racing along urban fences i ponder poverty (my own), sun baked shoulders an illusion of race, castles in the sand and making rent… maybe i walk alone, until you are beside me we … Continue reading →

  Grieving may begin when we know goodbye is near, but only comes in waves, especially when another bout of “could it be today” uncertainty claims our hours, the ones we were going to spend forgetting. Even when calm is … Continue reading →

    Practice is “repeated exercise in or performance of an activity or skill so as to acquire or maintain proficiency in it.” When it comes to writing, I practice with the intention of mastery. Not over grammar or sentence … Continue reading →

It’s all about timely tending of toilets. Water was so high in our RV port-a-potty like tank, I could see waves when I opened the stool lid. Darn! Was I waiting for visual proof of need to act before draining … Continue reading →

Yesterday, sniffing steam from our Chefmate electric kettle, I burned the tip of my nose. I was trying to determine if I could smell the plastic interior cooking. It did. Time for a new way to heat water for coffee. … Continue reading →

The poetry of morning quiet settles me, and I am comfortable not knowing. I can wait. But when I begin to tend to each detail of a new day, I must discuss proper placement with my rising shoulders, turn shallow … Continue reading →

waiting busy quiet every waking moment i am moving meditation focused Gwen a violet pedals behind daddy speaks of old puzzles mastered

Donna, a shrinking form curled in a fetal ball at her best friend’s side, was dying. My mother held her close. Each ray of afternoon sunlight illuminated swirls of fine dust. The effect made the blue fabric on Donna’s sofa … Continue reading →

In a crowded gymnasium, a thirty four year old man stands at the corner of a spring mat. In a flash, he starts running toward the other side, then, hurling himself sideways, he executes a perfect round-off, flip-flop, back-flip, springing … Continue reading →

I only get in one if I absolutely have to, like when my mom was having a piece of her liver cut out for a biopsy and the hospital downtown Chicago offered NO exceptions to the rule. Stairways closed, period. … Continue reading →