The Bones of This Land

The Bones of This Land is available for purchase! You can get it on Amazon. or Barnes & Noble! The first full length publication by author Kat Heatherington. This collection won the Swimming with Elephants Publications Chapbook Competition of 2017. “The Bones of this Land is an exquisite collection of poetry and craft at its…

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Book Release!

I should have the final proof of my book sometime this week, and I’m extremely excited. Meanwhile, I have two events planned so far for the release of The Bones of This Land. Book Release Reading & Celebration Saturday, October 21st 7pm Tortuga Gallery 901 Edith SE Kat Heatherington will speak about and read work…

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Book Contract!

Swimming with Elephants Publications had a chapbook competition this summer. I spent the last weeks of May working my tail off to send in a manuscript. Winners were announced last weekend at the Power to the People Poetry Slam, which included a performance by the Abq Slam Team. I’ve been increasingly nervous as my book…

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for the formerly feral furdre

i remember your first purr. small creature in from the wild, slowly learning to trust me. you had not purred in years, and you were rusty, motor sputtering, body half-tensed for flight. but you let me stroke your chin, slowly, and you leaned your head into my hand, where it fit perfectly, and blinked, slowly,…

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enough

if the winter night sky and each other are all we’ve got then we will have to find a way for that to be enough.

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between the cranes and the green

in late winter or early spring between the cranes and the green the brown world warms and wakens. in a single morning, wheeling and crying, a hundred thousand sandhill cranes take to the sky, create their own north wind, and leave behind a warming breeze, and skies wrung silent. until the songbirds come. the eternal…

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an echo

i am an echo a pause an expectation. i am changed and changing. a seed, a star, soil, the space between stars. i am dna, history, a particular education, a set of leanings, a fire. i am often in motion. every day echoes everything i have ever been. deep in cold soil i turn, awaiting,…

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the bones of this land

i grew up on a mining claim in the mountains of central arizona. bear with me. i grew up in a nice-enough house on the poor side of a small town in the mountains of central arizona. i walked to school every day, got a job in a thrift store when i turned 15, and…

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the perseids fall

the perseids fall. the weather breaks, sharp heat turning to sudden wind and sometime rain. i stand at the kitchen sink, scrubbing what remains of your life. a photo of the most beautiful work your hands ever made. the thing itself long since rotted by mountain rains and sometime sun. a license plate with your…

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the heat of this night

i stand in a twilit field watching the water ease in, watching flickering bats hunt mosquitoes, watching you prepare to leave again. the water seeps over dry soil, finds every fissure, pours in. the bat careens in circles, appearing and disappearing against a darkening sky, feasting and frantic. you load the last boxes into your…

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