Her Name is Heather by Tobi Alfier She’s one of those women who talks to strangers more often than friends— turns them into friends. She’s one of those women with cooking magazines from twenty years gone— still cooks from them all. Her house is a jumbled menagerie as are the couches and chairs in multiple rooms. Guests can wrap themselves in crocheted afghans or cashmere throws. Cobalt glass on her windowsills, cabinets full of antiques, an incandescent trail of light forms shadows on floors once polished, now scratched and paled, but the air smells rich— ripe figs and coffee, a flame in the fireplace, Chanel N⁰ 5 on her wrists. Hair undone and curling lazily down her shoulders, she is the epitome of her surroundings— wildflowers bending toward the morning light, a chinablue sky after weeks of winter, beauteous shells tumbling in an outbound tide.
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Tobi Alfier is published nationally and internationally. Credits include War, Literature and the Arts, The American Journal of Poetry, KGB Bar Lit Mag, Washington Square Review, Cholla Needles, James Dickey Review, Gargoyle, Permafrost, Arkansas Review, Anti-Heroin Chic, and others. She is co-editor of San Pedro River Review. (www.bluehorsepress.com).
