Out In Print reviews “The Bones of This Land”

Out in Print published a review of my book! Here’s an excerpt:

Divided into two sections, “Everyone’s Father Dies of Something” and “Desert Solitaire,” the intent of this chapbook is clear from the outset. This will be about death, grief, and the aftermath of both. “This Aching Echo” lays out the specifics: you were fifteen when the doctors/cracked your father open like a broken heart,/declared him inoperable,/gave him six months, and stopped caring. The language is plain and all the more meaningful for it. What struck me more, however, were the life lessons learned in the reminiscences, the childhood scenes of “Reading Together,” for example–a beautiful piece that parallels the act of reading with her father as a child and then again at his deathbed. […] The Bones of This Land is a remarkable tribute, filled with longing, regret, and elegiacal beauty.

You can read the full review here.

You can purchase your copy directly from the author at yarrow@sunflowerriver.org, from the UNM Bookstore if you are in Albuquerque, or online at amazon.com (print and Kindle editions available!)

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dark

you could be anywhere
suspended in limitless dark
but in fact you’re on a bridge.
the dark is as necessary
as the river.
everything that lives
grows from both.

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new review of “The Bones of This Land”

Lisa Gill writes,

Turn these pages and “the barrel jumps/ in your hand and the stock / kicks your shoulder.” Inside The Bones of This Land, you’ll find a love taut as cells on the brink of dividing. Whether cancer, death, compassion or even affection rips humans apart, we’re all gonna get there. As Heatherington writes, “Everyone’s father dies of something.” These poems share one woman’s journey and let each of us decide how we feel –and perhaps even see what we missed out on. Kudos.

You can get your copy here — and if you get a copy, don’t forget to leave a review on amazon! i learned recently that if something listed on Amazon gets 50 or more reviews, it will show up in the “also bought” reccomendations. let’s try to make that happen! thanks!

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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 apex. Heatherington is an expert at subtle but powerful verse. Her words read like a whisper but resonate like a bomb. Here is a book that will leave you satiated, but curiously enough, hungry for more. ” Jessica Helen Lopez, author of Always Messing With Them Boys, cunt. bomb., Language of Bleeding and a recipient of the Zia Book Award

i am so proud of this tiny powerful book.

if you buy it, please consider leaving a review on amazon or goodreads! reviews do a world of good in helping books sell. thank you! i hope you like it!

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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 from her newly published volume of poems, The Bones of This Land, published this fall by Swimming with Elephants Press. Hosted by Katrina Guarascio.

Potluck snacks! Music by Kalina! Copies of the book will be available for sale. Come celebrate with me!

and:

I will also do a reading & book signing on Tuesday, November 7th, at the UNM Bookstore, 12-1pm, hosted by Katrina Guarascio. We will have copies available for sale at this event as well, and copies will be available in the bookstore following the reading.

I hope to see you there!


Gorgeous cover art by Gwendolyn Prior of Five Lines Studios

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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 made it into the finalists lists, one after another, over the course of July.

I also hadn’t attended a slam in many years. The Abq Slam Team, who are heading to Nationals this month, were truly amazing, performing several powerful, dynamic, affective group pieces, finely crafted, on potent topics. I am so glad the SwEP contest got us out to experience this work! As a friend put it, we were in church.

and my book, The Bones of This Land, won first place! it will be published this fall by Swimming With Elephants Press. It will be a smallish volume, around 40 pages. I will keep you all posted on the details as they emerge! I am so excited!

here’s a video of the contest winner annoucement.


The Bones of This Land

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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, your forgotten purr
rumbling to life.
now you sleep beside my pillow,
and every night, you are purring
before you even leap
onto your spot on my bed.
I stroke your soft chin
and blink back at you
until we both fall asleep.

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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 sun gleams on bright
brown cottonwood skeletons
pulling up sap from deep roots,
beginning to think about spring.

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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, with patience
the warming spring,
the crack,
the emergence.
i am not ready yet.
within me,
winter rests.

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