You can give a heart on any day

This handmade heart hangs from a nail above my desk. I don’t remember on which day it was given to me, yet it carries more sentimental meaning than any Valentine’s token I’ve ever received. This heart has shadowed many of my poetry journeys. It has travelled with me from Cape Town to San Diego, to South America, to

A Handmade Heart

Handmade Heart   I never got a heart kitsched out of plump red silk or fluffy between grinning paws   My heart was curved out of wire. Two little hands threaded rows of beads terracotta to brown sienna sky verde vermillion   in bedside light my wire-heart hangs glinting only for me.   2002 —