• Poetry

    I’m just a Short, Little Ball of Emotions

    Writing has always been more than just telling stories. I love to tell a story, but I’ve also used it to keep from falling apart. Getting the pain gathered onto a page is a cathartic way to force them out of my heart. Sometimes I worry about “oversharing” with the emotional side of my writing, but then days like today come up and I decide it must be. 

  • Poetry

    I Hope You Fly

    I am living with addiction, but I am not the addict. I am the counterpoint in his story. A melody colliding with his chosen lyrics. Every addict has at least one of me. A parent, a sibling, a spouse, a friend. The person on the sidelines convinced that, with words of love and encouragement, we can all get through this. We are The Savers. Wrapped in our comfy version of denial that allows us to believe if we plan enough, beg enough, cry enough, scream enough, we can fix it. But deep in the corner of our mind, past where the denial lounges, reality resides. And in this place inside…

  • Poetry

    Broken – a poem

    I’m broken. Can you see it? The cracks so thin. Darkness spiderwebbing across my skin I’m broken. Can you hear it? The silence so deep. Echos scream from corners, memories weep. I’m broken. Can you feel it? This heart bleeds, gives in. Tattered then shattered, pieces lost within. I’m broken. Can you fix me? Can you show me how to stand? Fix my dress, find my pieces, take my hand. I’m broken. – Natalie Dumas-Heidt, Dec 27, 2016    

  • Poetry

    Death and the Writer

    I can’t claim¬†all writers write about death but I can say what I write about often – ok, pretty much all the time¬†– includes death. I started a novel about a vampire who isn’t one of the nice vamps. I started my detective series and there are obviously a few homicides there. Then I started a fluffy romance novel. I was writing it just for fun, to have a light project to work on with a character that I really love. Then I somehow ended up writing a murder for her to solve. I didn’t even mean to that time, it just happens when I start writing. I started another…