Deborah Heissler Quotes & Sayings

Everything had become song. The curve of the road beneath the clouds here, and there the strokes of dark earth, the green and the gray, the torn pink of clay and gravel under fingertips. The consonance was above all that of the muffled shadow and grass to the depths of sky, where a flutter of cheerful feathers quivered.

In these dreams there are also black walnut trees, and then a forest that opens in a breeze. Nothing. Nothing more than the obstinate sound of wind. — Deborah Heissler

And then
we no longer distinguish far nor near

They sleep
dream
gather branches
for this fire
the cloud brews

against the powerless day -

Long line of fugitives
beneath the snow — Deborah Heissler

Late
for the present, I suppose

accentuated each time
you see, quick enough
this fraction of earth
underfoot

that upright speech
imprints,
like the whole of being
resumes

We've hit on something like lightning strikes — Deborah Heissler