by Katie Heffring
From Earth all I see are circles The sun, the moon, the planets, the solar system, even the stars kind of look like circles On Earth all I see are circles Coins, wheels, the Circle of Life and even fertilization (more…)
by Katie Heffring
From Earth all I see are circles The sun, the moon, the planets, the solar system, even the stars kind of look like circles On Earth all I see are circles Coins, wheels, the Circle of Life and even fertilization (more…)
Dip a toe. The cold chill of the Arctic Ocean wakes me up. Up up up and up along the waterfall following the river into the moss covered highlands of illuminating greens. Sun heats my face, rain soaks my back and freezing wind creeps into my every bone.
And so the furry white sheep mocks me. (more…)
By Katie Heffring (for st and rh)
Embracing the inner freedom
the inner being released in every
answer, movement
without reaction, separated
from the past and future as if
time was, is, will never
be a single straight-line projection.
One moment not related to another. (more…)
By Katie Heffring
My hands are a map of rivers and palms
an untouched desert of cracked
sand
I know I am twenty-nine or could I
be sixty?(But) I know these hands
my hands
How did they get like this?(How did I get
into this?)What did I do?(They do?)
by Katie Heffring and Emily Heffring like so:
One plus one equals four hundred and seventy-three text messages over a course of three months
The spaghetti soaked her hands as it slipped through her fingers… staring, waiting, smoking. (more…)