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Heather Christle

Heather Christle

Decatur, GA, USA

Heather Christle is author of the poetry collections The Difficult Farm (2009); The Trees The Trees (2011), which won the Believer Poetry Award; What Is Amazing (2012); and Heliopause (2015). Her first work of nonfiction, The Crying Book, will be out in November 2019. A former creative writing fellow in poetry at Emory University, Christle’s poems have appeared in The New Yorker, Boston Review, Gulf Coast, Poetry, and many other journals. She has taught at Wittenberg University, the University of Texas at Austin, the University of Guelph, and other institutions.

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Onward and Onward

In 1887 the Army Benevolent Fund decidedto charge rent to veterans who clutteredtheir otherwise peaceful brains. In 1423the Indian Ocean demanded respite...

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Pale Lemon Square

When they say nobody rides horses anymorewhat they mean is: look, the ineffable sadnesshas returned, and while every mindless plantin town is blooming, an...

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Cocorico

Any time you buy anything,you should buy an extra, in caseyou really like it. I am awarethis makes me sound dumb, likeI am a really dumb shopper.But buried...

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One of Several Talking Men

Because my head is a magnet for bullets I am spending the day indoors. FirstI admired the topiary for several hours and when my eyes began to ache I rangfor...

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Stroking My Head With My Deception Stick

Someone shut down the local shimmer but not the police who thoughtit was Sunday and so spent hours arranging their long and pliant hair.Constable Jacques is...

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The Fledgling Crocus

Soon when I look out the windowthere will be light, nothing but.In Hanover they’ve detected a weakness.Thanks a lot, Hanover. This houseis 55 degrees...

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We Are Being Paged

All the doctors at the hospital let their hair down to keep their necks warm. It wasfreezing and they were everywhere. They wanted to save our lives. They...

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Fast Clouds

It sounds good to lie on top of a thing and to melt halfway into it. A raft or a hill.Then you realize there is a splinter in your ear. Or you are eroding...

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The Small Husband

If you want to talk to your husbandand your husband is very smallyou lie down on the floorand the floor is coldbut you warm itand you look at the wallwhere...

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Aesthetics of Crying

You meet someone and later you meettheir dancing                         and you have to start againYou like cat one                           and you like...

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Optioned

Of my days I’m directornot author                  and neither of us hasany moneyI was born with a wooden spoonin my ass                  Imagine my...

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Nature Poem

Yesterday it was marsh marigolds by the river with my mother and in the afternoon forsythia with Chris                  (he dislikes it) and today it is...