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My poem “Kaleidoscope” was published by Eunoia Review. Kaleidoscope.


My poem “December” was recently published in Inner Art Journal. http://innerartjournal.com/2014/08/24/heather-minette/

Jagged Moonlight

He’s half-awake and half-asking again, the question I can’t answer.   The words getting stuck in a cortex, lost in some hemisphere.   I don’t know what it was that drifted between us when our knees touched beneath the table that afternoon in midtown,   or why it was his voice I wanted on the […]

Sand Mermaids

My mother is walking in the garden, her bare feet are calloused and covered in dirt, her toenails painted red. The hem of her sundress is wet from the water pail and her skin is sticky with sweat, but her hair smells of the honeysuckles that grow wild on our chain-link fence and the gardenias […]

Pushcart Prize Nomination

Absolutely thrilled to be nominated for the Pushcart Prize by The Blue Hour! 2013 Pushcart Nominees.

“prayers” from Rooftops and Other Poems

Rooftops and Other Poems published by Blue Hour Press

My book, Rooftops and Other Poems, is now available for order from Blue Hour Press: http://bluehourpressbookstore.bigcartel.com/product/rooftops-and-other-poems-by-heather-minette “Heather Minette writes poems of discovery through love and travel. In Rooftops and Other Poems, she imbues the faraway and familiar with the sparkle of imagination and a searching precision. This unique book enchants and strikes the reader with […]

Twenty-Seventh Floor

The stories of this building rise.   Each floor – a broken promise to herself.   The neighborhood she never left.   The better jobs she never took.   The good man she never found.   The children she never had.   She’s hanging from the fire escape on the twenty-seventh floor –   and […]

A Burial

The city lights and winding roads, the bathtubs and harmonicas, the time he shaved her legs.   She wrote it off so painfully, striking hard against each key. It’s all ink on paper now, set inside a box.   She’s pulling up the floorboards, nails separate from flesh, blistered fingers bleed.   She brought him […]


Did they warn you about me? he asks, wearily.   And suddenly I am ill with empathy.   In his tired eyes, I see my own mistakes.   My own fuck-ups and follies.   My own sinister ghosts, my own misgivings.   My own readiness to be someone else.   To be fair, I tell […]