Heather Dooley

“He didn't see women as people;
he saw them as trophies,
and that is precisely why

he never won me.”
― 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

“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

“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