On Knowing

On Knowing

By: Heather Nanni

Imbeciles speak certainty

What a gift

To speak as if to know

To know nothing and yet speak


Extol the virtues of a fool

And believe

And others believe your earnest folly

What hubris

Oh how I envy your lack of modesty, your lack of shame

I would trade fortunes if only to share in your gift

To know

I would know

so I would sing


Lie with me

in the night                                                                                             


Look at the stars  

without fear 

without fright


Know all is well   

Don’t question   

Do not doubt


The stars will not fall

and burn your dreams out


But I am too tired

so tired

I will leave night to my dreams

Perhaps tomorrow I will know

On Words to the Truth

On Words to the Truth

By: Heather Nanni

When we can no longer                                                                       

dance and play      

we are left with words                                                                             

Only words to say                                                                                  



Words and truth    

Oh what folly!




Add it to the wine                                                                                      

So we drink and dine                                                                           

We feast on lies                                                                                    

and we think


Of honest days                                                                                 

when we danced and played                                                               

and now 


round and round and round we go                                                        

the truth, the truth                                                                             

words cannot tell


So we twist and bend                                                                            

we turn and convolute                                                                            

and say and say                                                                              


No truth


Just words upon words                                                                         

we feast                                                                                                

And we think, we deceive                                                                     

And we search                                                                                     

For what?                                                                                             

For what?                                                                                         



We do not know                                                                                   

For left with only words                                                                          

the self cannot show                                                                          


its truth




Tale of the Child’s Night

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Tale of the Child’s Night

By: Heather Nanni

“May we look at the stars Mommy?”                                                  

“Yes Love”                                                                                           

Eyes Up


We were three                                                                                       

All the delights                                                                                       

two could see


The moon showed us                                                                        

the silver platter and said,                                                                      

“Come, come to me.                                                                           

Oh how happy you will be.”


But one poor soul                                                                                

The moon swallowed him whole


Some skip on stars                                                                          

over night’s great river


But for others                                                                                        

that cannot be                                                                                         

They get caught by the Hunter                                                            

and carried out to the sea