Sara Henry Heistand : Writing

The Accordionist

The Accordionist

A Poem by Sara Henry Heistand


Because accordions just get to me. (And, incidentally, this is the THIRD time I've had to post this thing.)
Phoenix Beneath the Stage

Phoenix Beneath the Stage

A Poem by Sara Henry Heistand


My thoughts on my first TMBG concert. In a shell of nut.
Empire Respire

Empire Respire

A Poem by Sara Henry Heistand


What came out when I thought of my childhood's favorite place to be - Lake Seldom Seen. Incidentally, I'll be moving there in June. Cool, huh?
A Fingernail

A Fingernail

A Poem by Sara Henry Heistand


Free-verse fun!
Again, For Eppy

Again, For Eppy

A Poem by Sara Henry Heistand


Written for a friend.
Au Contraire

Au Contraire

A Poem by Sara Henry Heistand


Go go go for quatrains! My, I'm a pervert.
Over an Overture

Over an Overture

A Poem by Sara Henry Heistand


Honestly, I wrote this around a TMBG lyric ("Don't Let's Start" - a personal fave), but it may have crashed and burned despite my good inten..
Bibsy Bum-Wum

Bibsy Bum-Wum

A Poem by Sara Henry Heistand


About one of my cats that my dad is still torturing and refuses to take to the humane society.
Idle Pencilstein

Idle Pencilstein

A Poem by Sara Henry Heistand


This was an exercise in "write about whatever the hell is on your desk." So I did. I have an old beer stein full of pencils, pens, and consp..