I tossed and turned this morning, awake too early, my body still exhausted. On my mind—the probability of mice in the house this winter, my HVAC filter—replace or not, and a variety of other emotional considerations of responsibilities that shatter me enough to pull back the covers, throw on clothes and walk the dogs in the dark. Not much stirs around here before 6am except a solitary jogger and the neighbour exercising with his husky in the school playground. We greet each other with a nod although my dogs enthusiastically greet their friend, barks pierce the silence, but soon enough, under a purple sky, ablutions finished, and bagged up, we return to my cottage, replete with mice and dust, my concerns less pressing in this light.

The hummingbirds live with me all winter. Other birds just pass through town, but it’s my regulars, song sparrows, towhees and stellar jays that demand my hulled seeds.

Welcome to my website devoted to writing and poetics. I’ll try not to wax too philosophical, but as I develop this site, I hope to engage you, the reader, with my daily reading, musings on writing, doubt and joy.

Heidi Joffe(M.Ed. MFA) is a poet and multimedia artist who crafts with fibers, clay, and words.  She writes essays and screenplays, but poetry is her sustenance. Her publication homes include Panoply, The Opiate, Sheila-Na-Gig, Gyroscope, Pine, Mountain Sand and Gravel, and Hercules Press.  She received her MFA from Pacific University.