Poems from hheidger

a shed full of bottles, some empty, some sparing but a drop of umber syrup for a  thirsty traveler.    pots and pans had long stacked up in...
a question most have  but none ask: why suicide? life has so much more to offer, they say. it gets better, they promise.  what the fuck do...
Where foot petals unfolded Under canopies of foliage was a place Neither good nor bad -- Was simply beyond. Rumi told   Me this: these...