Tag Archives: Heather Dorn

The Happy Genius of My Household

People don’t approve of my affair with the moon. You must have to get up with the children, they say, You must be home to cook breakfast and dinner. Some nights I don’t need sleep. I read from my bibliographies … Continue reading

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Speak Softly and Carry a Big Purse

As a kid I got to pick three items from the Taco Bell value menu and my mother loaded hundreds of hot sauce packets into her heavy handbag. I don’t know what they were used for, but mom was good … Continue reading

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In-or-Out

On some September days when mom said my mouth was as wide as the sky (but twice as loud) and I had to choose in-or-out, I found clear water and fish and crawdads to catch from the stream up the … Continue reading

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Hope Chest

Megan kept her hopes in a wooden chest inside her pink room. I kept mine in a diorama shoebox for a month, until I couldn’t find it. My room was a mess nothing painted pink and I’d lost most of … Continue reading

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For the Professor Boy Who Once Smoked a Stick

He’d hand me a page – a typed page and ask, “Is this a poem?” I’d read it:             quarry rocks, smoking sticks                                                                         father’s gone,                         measuring cremated friends into                         coffee cans,                                                what’s the difference between news                                                                                              and tv these days? “Yes, it’s … Continue reading

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Feral

My mother almost always had a job and when I knew my father he was stuck on a jobless couch not looking, drinking beer and waiting for my mother to cook dinner. My brother screeched when he got mad and … Continue reading

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