Live Nude Poems

Woman of the Stars bits of astrofluff lightly fall down from her strings of star hair mother galaxy absorbs the bad energy and replenishes us with virtue so that every human on the planet can look up at her every once in a while and feel like a speck of meteor or as big as the sun Heidi Blakeslee lives near Pittsburgh, Pa with James and her cats.  She has written the novels, “Strange Man,” and “The House,” two poetry books, “The Empress of Hours,” and “Should the Need Arise.”  She also wrote “The White Cat: A Paranormal Memoir.” 

My Roots of Loneliness my mother's favorite thing to do with us when we were little kids was to dump us off at someone else's house or leave us with a babysitter in the summers, when we had off she would take us to a park in Conneautville in sweltering heat and leave us there all day with some sort of poorly-run situation for low-income families we would eat a bag lunch consisting of a sandwich, a piece of fruit and a carton of chocolate milk it wasn't all bad i learned to play chess there, and sometimes I would make a friend for a day we would walk the block or so away to go to the library but i remember spending the majority of the days waiting for my mother to pick us up in the minivan for her to love us and be with us however briefly Heidi Blakeslee lives and writes in Ambridge, Pa.  She has been published in many chapbooks, zines, and newsletters over the years.  She also has two poetry books, "The Empress of Hou...