I have three publications out currently. The first is a group of poems closing out a book (I believe 17 poems) called Too Much: An Anthology About Excess: Too Much The second is a project of the Literary Underground called This Is Poetry: Women of the Small Presses. It is the first of 8 volumes, and … More Three Publications
Be someone else.
1. Applicant: Thank you for your resume and interview but you do not meet our needs. We do not want candidates who have brown hair or talk about Game of Thrones. You should buy our journal of applicant standards to see if you fit the standards. The Corporation 2. Dear Celia, … More If All Rejections Were Like Journal Rejections
It says so on Google. I type in Heather wants and it tells me this is it. It must be the reason my dreams always end with his funeral (the one I didn’t attend) and why I pull the covers over my ears so I can’t hear the memory of him saying, “If I were … More Heather Wants to Invest $40 000
It is April and it is upstate and the small patches of melting snow might once again grow into the roads and need to be salted down before Spring begins proper. But today is finally sweatshirt weather, and tees for the brave or macho. Everyone has a dog again; everyone remembers how to ride a bike; the … More Hummdinger’s is Open
1. Be smart. Have some common or uncommon sense. Know not to stick your hand in a toaster or know the works of Chaucer. 2. Be addicted. To something. Be addicted to alcohol to drugs to work to sex to writing to reading to lists. Be addicted to not being addicted. 3. Give … More CFP [Call for People], or Call for Friend(s)
Three of my poems have been selected to run in the Literary Underground’s project “This is Poetry.” “Cicadas,” “He said something about Hemingway,” and “Scared of the Dark.” They can be found at: http://thisispoetry.tumblr.com/tagged/heather-dorn The first two have only been published in print until now. I’m very happy to have these out on the web now. … More Poems
It’s too hot and my head isn’t ready for medication and bed. I am a brilliance. I want to be for ever/yone and I will be so swirly you will think of me like leaves in Fall that left home but tried to come back. I just want to hold on for a little bit. … More I would rather not sleep
It’s the time of night when even dogs sleep quietly and the crickets are louder than the cars. The TV is on mute and the fan spins unstably overhead. I have read every email, liked every Facebook post, nobody wants to chat. It’s the time of night I start to feel very uneasy about being … More Scared of the Dark
This is just to say I dropped half a pop tart in the bottom of the toaster around 2am, first in small chunks then in bigger patches and finally a thin, long chocolate beam speeding past the metal jaws meant to prey on bread or processed food. I was going to fish the long … More For Keith (and William Carlos Williams)
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