Nightmares and Prayers

by Heidi Chamberlin

Artwork by Symphony Elaina Chamberline-Engelstad

16 pp., 1998





A teller begins

how the story ends

the light bends

and a listener mends

the holes



Pound Me Out a Poem, Please


It seems that things

just happen

because I neglected to do

anything else.

Is there something to that?


In all relationships

or a thing related to,

I am completely confused.

In what way

do they relate to me?


And yet there is

some far off area

in my capacity for reality

that really does

feel real.


Then there are times

more often than others,

that I consider it timely

to forget the whole thing

for the time being.