Heather Dooley

“For as long as I shall live,
I look forward to never growing old

with you.”
― 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

“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

“I forgot my key.
The question is:
who do I call now?

Landlords and locksmiths have become more loyal
than you
when you're the only other person that I gave a copy to
in these places that I can only seem to rent.”
― Heather Angelika Dooley, Ink Blot in a Poet's Bloodstream