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Touching the Art. · 20h ago

every step echoes.

she will not speak of clemency, the remnants of your intentions have clearly cut scars along blue veins in her handsyour poems still sneak through the stillness, late into the evening, pages...
Touching the Art. · 2W ago

the only thing to fear.

"Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken." Jack Kerouac I once thought that Iwould love every man I ever loved,carry his DNA in my molecules, his words would gently fold into the recesses of mygrey matt...
Touching the Art. · 4W ago

take a bow.

perhaps I should not admit howmany times I read the words you doled out like cookies to a family dog: here, sit while I neglect your adoration, stay while I repeat the patterns that have wor...
Touching the Art. · 1M ago

jagged little pills.

the wreckage has been surveyed many times over, an itinerary carefully deleted, line by resonant linethe dark ring inside yesterday’s porcelain cup left on the kitchen counter, diluted bourbon onthe bedside table next to the Ativan when did we learn ...
Touching the Art. · 1M ago

windsor street.

as I stoop to pick up a tarnished penny, time collapsesI am a funeral’s pace, fingers slowly scraping the pavement,hair falling forward in a fluid motion, gentlystroking the back of my freck...
Touching the Art. · 1M ago

your lexicon.

my heart is unraveling  the symbiosis, while you are writing a melody in the shape of endings withwords resonating to the cornersslipping through hidden cracks in the foundationmeeting my hu...
Touching the Art. · 1M ago

edit, ad nauseam.

 oh lover, pleasedomesticate this lonely little egoshe’s been waitingfor your hands andyour fingersto becometangled in her hairshe’s been waitingup late intoeach night, achingfor youradmirationyour shimmering,silver tonguedpraise
Touching the Art. · 2M ago


a dark branch, a cupperhaps it was mislaid with everything else, a starving nomad’s gamble for adjacency, a tendermetaphor for wandering down pleasant street© 5.18.2017 heather brager
Touching the Art. · 2M ago

presence, or pretense.

it is long before dawn, she is naked and he is fully clothed, this is the way they often present, distantmirrors and white space, soft as her inner arms and belly, vacant rooms, a payment with wordshere and there, please take this offeringaccept this...
Touching the Art. · 3M ago

acceptance is a blank page.

the loose ends you leave behind andhow you disappear show the oneswho love you everything they will ever need to know the first stage of grief leaves you standing in the grocery store aforgo...