SALLY-ANN HARD

HEROIN

my son tells me
is no sound
open door
an empty room
a stopped clock
a swan headed North
heroin is salt
the ocean velvety and cold
water up to my waist
a mirror tangled in weeds
heroin my son
tells me
is
 

Sally-Ann Hard is British by birth but emotionally Australian (having spent half her life there.) She started writing poetry about six years ago after not having written for twenty-five years. Her poems are about the complications and confusion of being a human in the world: the struggles and joys of mothering; of love and loss; and awe for the human will to survive. Travel to India to visit her brother, and Australia, her adopted home, provide food for the internal and external landscapes she writes about. Sally-Ann has been a featured poet at several downtown venues and her work has been published in regional literary journals and anthologies. She has her own company, providing executive search services to nonprofit organizations around the country. She lives in Washington Heights.