Ink Blot in a Poet's Bloodstream

This is a logbook of limbo. Poet, Heather Angelika Dooley, sews a patchwork of poetry spanning three decades in this assemblage. Nothing is in order
it is a hopscotch through her life of heartbreak and happiness, skipping a lot of stones thrown along the way. Take the journey of uncovering her discoveries with her--on the crests and low-water marks--as she learns to fly as a free bird and decides to swim, deep into her truth, as a mermaid. There is no rhyme or reason to the layout of this book, but you will find so much reason, even in rhyming couplets. Sometimes she rhymed without the couplet because she was alone on the back porch (after her daughter went to bed), but she always wrote in a pulse that will be an ink blot in your bloodstream, because her words fall and rise to the beat of a universal heart. Open yours as you read this book, and let it pump you with her promise of poesy that never stops questioning, contemplating, and believing in the undying power of memory ink blots on the brain.