Heather Dooley

“People promise each other the world
until they are not given it.
We give until we no longer receive
something of equal or greater value.

Life and love is nothing more than

re-gifting.

When we don't like what we get,
we save it for someone else,
and hope, with all of our hearts,
the the next package is better.”
― Heather Angelika Dooley, Ink Blot in a Poet's Bloodstream

“The spiking temps spiked a fever for cool commons,
so I made a plate of tapenade, bruschetta, and prosciutto,
with orange creamsicle martinis flowing like a

Zen fountain. It was hard for me to believe
that I woke up that morning fighting back tears
for no reason and all kinds of reasons. It is still...

hard for me to believe that you have become no reason,

at all.”
― Heather Angelika Dooley, Ink Blot in a Poet's Bloodstream

“We don't have a choice of whom we fall in love with.
We don't have a choice of whom we fall out of love with.
We only have a choice to stay or leave—
it's a set menu at a fixed price.

But, what if we don't like either of our options?”
― Heather Angelika Dooley, Ink Blot in a Poet's Bloodstream

“Books are like lovers;
you always love the latest,
more than the previous,

but you always fear
the latest
is going to release
too soon.”
― Heather Angelika Dooley, Ink Blot in a Poet's Bloodstream