Sara Henry Heistand > Writing | WritersCafe.org

Hook your hand across my throat and beat against my chest a solemn beat a somber tone of circles of nations of bounty Take ..

His words crinkle like a lollipop wrapper in my pocket collecting blue lint always a reminder when I sit on it. It leaves a ..

Three years old at the back door Fingers cling to the screen Clouds challenging The evenings brown and gray Not a wo..

That’s the school buzzer I hear, a block away, light and fluttery. Just like this pie (rhubarb), just like this coffee (hazelnut). Soo..

Crawl out of the ditch and remember this one. Scratch your head, but only in your head, or risk being cliché. Ignore the stares and k..

I’m not important enough for poems for songs for loving for sweet, refined things the list gets longer as I endorse it. It’s ..

Not a lot of effort.

Talking to you again is like pulling an arm off.

Dug up.

You you you you you.