#heather bell

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“Love Letter to the Gulf Coast Oil Spill” by Heather Bell

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More Damsel stuff.  Now with little detail descriptions. 

[nochtaim]

I recall myself at her age, tonguing the hindquarters of a calf, sighing, so in love.

I can’t explain this to you in a way that makes sense, so I dip my head to your head, whisper I still think of you as meat.

— excerpt from “The Moment In Which I Realized Our Child Had Turned Into A Wolf” by Heather Bell

[forgottengenres]

All men are rescue donkeys.

Heather Bell

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But damn, I look so good

I Have this Fantasy by Heather Bell at Rattle

I have this fantasy that I am dressed in a leather jacket smoking a cigar just standing there holding Kafka or Adrienne Rich by the spine when an old boyfriend walks up with his yellow-haired wife and says

Hey, remember me? Sean.

And I reply, casually

Sean? Maybe. The Sean with the big dick or the Sean with the small dick? And his eyes dart around because he wants to say

Big dick.

but then he’s admitting to me seeing his dick at all with his wife standing right there

who is holding a ratty looking purse and what I think is a dead raccoon or maybe her jacket

So he says

Sorry, I might be mistaken.

but damn, I look so good standing there in my cheetah-print leggings and puffy hair and the sort of eyeliner that looks professional

that he repeats

But I really think we might have known each other at some point.

And I grin a little, lean in, and whisper just loud enough for his wife to hear

Small dick, eh?

And I go home and I put on my pink bathrobe and sit on the couch and I feel triumphant and my kids are running around with scissors

and the leggings are thrown over the loveseat like a flag

__________

   Heather Bell: “Poem writing can be an interesting beast. I wrote this poem in particular in honor of Sean (real name), who once said, ‘I do not know how you are ever published, or why. Your poems simply make no sense.’ So, Sean, this one is for you.”

[saltymagusart]

Gravity shenanigans.

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Cunning, smug, and a bit of a brat, Heather is the title character of a comic series I’m creating. A veteran of the Great Galactic War, Heather now passes her time as a mercenary who uses her fragile appearance to lure in her prey before taking them down with gravity powers and a parasol sword.  Frequently working with the local Bounty Administration Bureau, she has recently taken a particular interest in the Bureau’s newest investigator, Janice. 

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