OUR CATEGORY : Heather Ann Schmidt

Saint Petersburg to Paris

Coming from Saint Petersburg, in my radicchio dress legs crossed, clouds lift us up, into and out of a merlot fog. My insides whirl. The Hermitage, a birch wood bracelet, iconic prayers, vespers cling to my skin. The plane turns; we head East diving toward Earth to meet insomniac lovers whose tongues cling over Claude […]

An Immediate Response to W.S. Merwin

What I live for I can seldom believe in.W.S. Merwin, The Carrier of Ladders and I said, there is only longing– swimming across the channelto get to the next pulsing in muted yellow. Mystery runs a few steps ahead of me. I look up when I am lost in the middle of the forestand feel […]