Dear Bartender:
Please do not let my lack of dimes
jangling in your jar
add up to anything more than my inability
to abandon my money.
The beer you pour is always chilled
heads never foamy
and I return for your buttered rum smile.
But poetry writing and gazing at men half my age
still does not pay.
Please instead, accept these small words
as my […]
Your footprints embossed on my walkSlush froze,formed by rubber toes,into ridges that crunchdelightfullywhen I leave for lunch
Last nightyou stopped to talkbefore mercury dropped;
you forgot it will still chill
Pointed to buds on treesbut pressed footprints that freezemelt water matricesinto last year’s leaves
~ Heather Groot
Heather Groot was born […]
bird wings beat night songsflap softin waning light
come my darlingdance with medip me as night fallslook with me in silent glee at the moonlight as it sprawls
let us dance alongin a curlicue uponthe cooling grass sweep […]
Is It Not grand.
Juniper throated the crack in the rock does without
Is It Not spelling It Is on the blackboard
the set of his jaw all fingers and toes
like the calves of an Irish dancer
through sheer force of will or another sure thing in the copper tamed air.
Certainly, the sky is no small part.
And then of […]
without a shadow & then the police-drawing strange devices like cursesfrom out of the house & giving themfemale names, not of endearmentbut desolate markets are in theirgrassy eyes, […]
