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Continue reading →: Whirlsong by Heather MirassouWhirl and twirl, the twilight streams,Twist of color, woven dreams.Whirl again, the soft winds sighs,Twirl of stars across the sky. Whirl of heartbeat, wild and free, Twirl of moonlight on the sea. Whirl and twirl till dawn’s unfurl Endless dance, eternal swirl. …
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Continue reading →: A Letter from My Heart — Poetry, Love, and New Beginnings
A heartfelt letter of poetry, love, gratitude, and new beginnings. Join Heather Mirassou as she celebrates the release of The Sensual Soul Poet, her latest literary publications, a renewed home for her poetry, and the joy of finding love and beginning a new chapter in life. The future looks bright,…
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Continue reading →: Rooted In Eternity, Poetry by Heather MirassouWe are like the ocean, restless and eternal, Two waves dancing along the moonlit shore, Drawn together by an invisible tide, Returning to each other, forevermore.
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Continue reading →: The Insanity is Dead, Poetry by Heather MirassouThe poem reflects a sense of despair and disillusionment, with imagery of a cold, red sky symbolizing turmoil. It captures the fleeting nature of the day, characterized by thirst and wandering, ultimately conveying a feeling of confusion and a loss of clarity as it reaches its conclusion.
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Continue reading →: Mother Nature Beckons, by Heather MirassouMother Nature beckons me With her brilliant cacophony, Where ancient pines bow and sway, Whispering secrets to the breeze.
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Continue reading →: Love Is Impossible to Ignore, by Heather MirassouLove is a dim motel sign flickering vacancy/no vacancy, never quite telling the truth. It’s a locked briefcase with your name etched inside the code changes every time you think you’ve cracked it. Love is a subway map with one forbidden line, the route you take anyway because it hums…
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Continue reading →: Come Rain on Me, Published by SpillwordsMy Poem “Come Rain on Me”, Published by Spillwords I’m delighted to share that my original poem,Come Rain on Me has been published by Spillwords Press. This publication is especially meaningful to me, and I’m grateful to see my poetry shared with the Spillwords literary community. Published by Spillwords PressCome…
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Continue reading →: A Journey Toward Intimacy, The Sensual Soul PoetThe Sensual Soul Poet is a personal exploration of love, desire, and self-acceptance. Through poetry, the author connects body and soul, portraying sensuality as beautiful and human. The collection reflects a journey towards intimacy and courage, emphasizing that true love starts with loving oneself and being open to authentic connection.
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Continue reading →: New Micropoetry, by Heather MirassouThe River The river remembers every stone that tried to stop her. Wildflower Nobody planted her. Still, she opened her yellow mouth toward heaven. Creek Water braids itself around sleeping stones, carrying mountain secrets toward the valley. Seed Buried beneath darkness, the seed mistakes nothing for the…
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Continue reading →: Sunflower and Poppy – by Heather MirassouA dialogue between a sunflower and a poppy reveals their differences and similarities, emphasizing their unique qualities, seasonal blooms, and the cycle of life as they prepare for renewal in nature.
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Continue reading →: Stitched in Human Ways by Heather MirassouYour smile was an appliqué pressed onto the morning, a bright patch hiding the frayed places. My thoughts ran in crooked backstitch, looping around themselves, unable to move cleanly forward. We walked the bias of truth, tilted, slanted, never quite straight, held together only by fragile binding of good intentions.…
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Continue reading →: I Am a Precious Gem, a Poem by Heather MirassouHe tells me I am as precious as a gemI am like a brilliant star in the skyShinning bright and full of lifeThat my soul shimmersAnd that I am full of delightI am his belovedAnd his treasureHe is blessed beyond measureThis love enlightens my soulAnd makes me feel wholeThat I…
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Continue reading →: Colors, Poetry by Heather MirassouBefore love finds its voice, it often begins in the quiet spaces between two hearts. A Collision of Colors explores the tenderness of falling in love, the awakening of desire, and the beautiful anticipation of two shy souls discovering one another. By Heather Mirassou
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Continue reading →: Riding Free, a poem by Heather MirassouIn the dawn of the worldwomen were given horses. Creatures shaped from stormand meadow.Their hooves striking sparksof freedom.They rode not with reins,but with whisperstheir souls threading throughthe breath of the beastwildness answering wildness.Love bloomed between them.Not possession but devotiona covenant older than languagesacred as the bond as motherand child.When…
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Continue reading →: Amazon Kindle Editorial Review For My New Book, The Sensual Soul Poet, September 2026Explore the emotional depth of The Sensual Soul Poet through an engaging amazon editorial book review showcasing its lyrical beauty. Source: Amazon Kindle Editorial Review For My New Book, The Sensual Soul Poet, September 2026
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Continue reading →: Cat Rent, A Poem by Heather MirassouExplore the humor in cat poetry as we dive into the antics of a feline ruler. Discover the charm of cat life.
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Continue reading →: The Granite and Schists, by Heather Mirassoufrom the poem by Nan Shepherd, “The Hill Burns” The granite and schists of my dark and stubborn country loomed ahead like a grumpy old giant, arms crossed and refusing to budge. I had packed only a backpack, a dubious map, and an overinflated sense of bravery. Rocks jutted…
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Continue reading →: At Lunar Low Tide – by Heather Mirassou
The night exhales along the breathing shore,tide loosening its silvered seams.Salt rocks remember older namesthan those we give to longing.This sea that bares her bosom to the moonholds nothing back.Light drifts across her skinin slow devotion,a hush taught only by distance.Stars hover, while clouds learn restraint.I stand emptied by the…
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Continue reading →: Between Fire & Silence – by Heather MirassouSmoke curls over shattered walls,the sky bruised in shades ofsorrow,yet beneath the rubble,a flower presses through stone,tiny and defiant.Gunfire writes its harsh rhythm,shattering windows and hearts alike,but in quiet corners,laughter spills like warm tea,soft as unbroken promises.Soldiers march with boots ofthunder,and children trace chalk rivers oncracked streets,their songs ripple acrosstrenches,a…
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Continue reading →: Paws – by Heather Mirassou – I’m BackHershey, black satin, length of my torso,Diamond green, serene eyes.Velveteen curious nose,Tongue like a pumice stone.Her elegant but waddling stride.Powerful, confident, and territorial.Sitting like a queen on her throne.Cat of mine, mother to be. Tuxedo, black and white, bow tie and all.White sock-covered feet, satin gloves,Long white elderly whiskers,He reminds…


