Biography of Linda Hepner
Lives in Los Angeles with 2 guys, a cat, a tortoise and some koi.
Linda Hepner Poems
Allium, Peeling Onions
Peeling onions with my naked nails Oh how close I come to paring off my parchment skin And on it I shall write: if all else fails This you shall send to those I’ve harbored, allies, foe and kin:
Everyman, Woman, For Ernestine Northover
God’s knife cuts deeply into the shadowed valley And let’s us fall there. Then we scramble up And trudge along, bearing our earthly goods.
Damp My Desire?
Are you my vampire? That is what he said. I’ll just describe it. I was on my bed Soaking the sun and reading ‘Life and Fate’ Vasili Grossman wrote app. ’38,
The apple cart came rumbling down the street Pushed by the apple man who’d piled it high
I like to take a catnap now and then For instance on a Sabbath afternoon When book in hand I lie down in the den A glass of tea, some honey and a spoon
Adjustment, A Poem For Pregnancy #2
Adjustment My children have been words. Words were children. Phrases fat and thin that lined the fragile field.
An Empty Ear Is Eden
Those little innuendoes first just niggle, then they make us thirst for something.... what we can't explain until some insight gives it name
A Tale Of Two Dominions
Lady moon you are a lamp of darkness, You cast your shadow on the sunlit earth Eclipsing spirit, stunting growth, a furnace Of icy coals destroying heart and hearth.
Memories Of War
When I was four I crossed the road To pick some flowers growing wild In meadows lovely to a child Allowed to roam the birds' abode.
Pallid you may be; Athena, Pallas, Was wise too, pale because she knew too much About her lover's quite elusive phallus Whenever she came near and wished to touch.
Babel, A Sonnet
Oh happy he who in his ignorance Can spend his busy days in fruitfulness, Who has no third eye for the clues of chance And builds a scaffold for his happiness.
One talks, the other listens; One runs, the other dreams; Each perfect body glistens One quarter from my genes.
When he was two they scampered on the field far towards the trees and he picked wild cherries off the grass and tried to eat them; her
Bring back my email, Lordy, bring it back. I never meant to send it, I never meant to press
Into the fountain I dive
And bump my head.
Into the ocean you dive
Over your head.
Dazed I wait for the stars to clear, and then
I see with clarity atomic air
In all its particles of where and when
Until into millennia and there