Linda Hepner

Veteran Poet - 1,101 Points (London)

Linda Hepner Poems

241. A Tale Of Two Dominions 2/26/2006
242. An Empty Ear Is Eden 11/10/2005
243. Adjustment, A Poem For Pregnancy #2 5/30/2005
244. Cat Nap 5/26/2005
245. Apple Cart 12/21/2005
246. Damp My Desire? 3/16/2006
247. Everyman, Woman, For Ernestine Northover 2/9/2006
248. Allium, Peeling Onions 7/21/2005

Comments about Linda Hepner

  • Susan Pearl (2/13/2017 5:49:00 AM)

    If you haven't yet discovered the poems by Linda Hepner, then you are missing out on one of the most erudite writers of the 20th and 21st centuries. Her poetry is thought-provoking and highly intelligent. It is baffling that publishing houses have not noticed this extremely talented and and inspiring writer.

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  • Anna Russell (1/18/2007 4:07:00 PM)

    Linda's intelligence, strength and understanding of her craft all shine from every line. Her poetry is always a delight, and there's something in there for everyone. I demand that you read her!
    Hugs
    Anna xxx

  • Gina Onyemaechi (4/30/2006 10:54:00 AM)

    Linda is a born poet. She metaphors, rhythms and rhymes with elegance, power, and above all, apparent ease! Her work is rich, sophisticated, and highly entertaining. See this for yourself for example in 'Babel, a Sonnet' (word power that will knock your socks off) , 'A Tale of Two Dominions' (rich, imagey, and visual) , 'Tsunami' (a beautifully painted picture of nature and the horror that it inflicted in this devastating catastrophe) and 'Desert Ditty' (a catchy song of hope and determination) .
    I come to Linda's work both for entertainment and for inspiration. Linda tells me that she has no publishing ambition. I feel this is a shame since in my view, her sublime writing deserves to be enjoyed by a far greater audience than that offered by Poem Hunter alone.
    In sum, I feel honoured to know both Linda and her poetry. Her writing is never a let-down.

Best Poem of Linda Hepner

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:

Come here and read, my cold and heedless peers,
That I, constrained by expectations, image, hunger, need,
Have found beneath the skin a well of tears
And with serrated slicing into stinging flesh I’ve freed

The piercing fragrance live between each petal,
Layered bodies, one upon the other, sinew, bone,
Bleached by salt and sweat to pearly metal;
The ...

Read the full of Allium, Peeling Onions

Electra

It came back yesterday, the dream that’s real;

Though sleeping dreamless, waiting for the dawn,

It woke my thoughts, a sinking, last appeal

Rejected. Face the music, mourn.

11.24.05

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