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...