Author Archives: heidi

We are a sea of bodies each on a mysterious winding path We are a sea of souls no separation no names We could reach each other I stretch my right arm heavenward a ballerina seeking I am a line … Continue reading →

My husband works long hours. So often, days will pass, days where I am always with my children, when not a single fight or incident between the boys occurs, nor a single break where I am only dancing to the … Continue reading →

boy perched sleepily on my hip, i walk softly to a twin bed in the corner, settle us down we’re easing into the last time this love scene will play out as it has for months into years as you … Continue reading →

A summer Saturday afternoon in the 80’s. But you do it every other day, he won’t know the difference. “I can’t. He’ll know they’re for me this time.” “He won’t sell to me anyway, I look ten. He knows you.” … Continue reading →

One day, I’ll probably write a more detailed account of growing up in an ice rink. For now, I wanted to draft a sketch. This is a revision of one of my first posts. Even with cuts, it’s still long, … Continue reading →

He didn’t cry on his birth day. He peed on my floppy stomach, nursed energetically, made small chirps from his look out in a swaddling blanket, wandered the hospital room with those large hazel eyes and sighed while he slept … Continue reading →

it is really best if i don’t tell what didn’t happen until i can find a place in my heart for pretend can i have coffee with my characters is that what i need to do have them over when … Continue reading →

Scene One “I know too but I’m not telling,” I answered when my mom’s half grin faded. “Maybe it’s the same person. Come on, tell me and I’ll tell you if you’re right,” she pleads, well aware I’m stubborn as … Continue reading →

Four seasons before we met, I knew us as an artist knows a painting before a single trace of color graces canvas. If this were not so, I would have been too afraid, let you slip away. Arms outstretched, facing … Continue reading →

from the bedroom you trotted big green with satiny edges trailing behind right hand pounding your breast “nuss, nuss!” auburn curls flying in from the kitchen i handed off tending brown rice, tvp (another small voice request) we met in … Continue reading →