About the Author:
I hate doing the about me. I mean, is it really important? Do you really care who I am as a person? Even if you did I can't give you an accurate picture with only a few words in this column. I prefer to think I am much too complicated to be described accurately this way. Of course I could be wrong. You could say I'm in a transition period. Although, I would prefer to think that I have always been the same me, I cannot deny that everything we experience effects who we are to a certain extent, and I have had a rough few years recently on the emotional front. I guess I should consider myself lucky. I once said as a young person that I would rather life be hard than boring, and as it turns out, I have thus far fufilled that wish. Through it all, my love for my family is unconditional and infinite. "I will not pretend, I will not put on a smile, I will not say I'm all right for you when all that I wanted was to be good, and do everything in truth." --Martha Wainwright Here's to doing everything in truth. *raises glass, then downs contents in their entirety* *author looks for a bigger, more encompasing closet* When it comes to truth, it has been my experience that there are more blurred lines than specifically designated boundaries, and even then not many people avoid containing themselves.

Poetry by Heather Malloy

Another

I strike three below the dark
Watching the clock of eternity wind down
Chime; one last time, let's run the path
Break the gate and down the drive
Towards the beach, take my hand
Kiss me under God's eye

I need the raw, I loved you here;
Run the sands of time with me!
Hourglass portal to ancient sea
Welcomes despondent longings
Because hope doesn't float, it drowns
Dive down deep to save it

Deeper now, don't hesitate;
Breathe me in for salvation!
Bind your hungry flesh to mine
Pendulum primed, take me down
With liquid moans
I feel you now.

Oh God--can you feel me now?
Torqued and melting in your mouth
Don't spit me out, drink me in!
Make me whisper, whimper, fear
Make the lost dreams reappear like light
Through the water

I hear the movements of your breath
Backwards breaking, through my years
Grab tight; hold fast, lover, swim!
We're in now.
Another
Heaven trip begins


                               --Heather Malloy


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