Heather Fuller grew up in Keflavik, Iceland; Dale City, Virginia; and Henderson, North Carolina. She now resides in Takoma Park, Maryland, just outside D.C. She has worked with non-profits on homelessness and poverty issues for the past eight years and edits poetry & book reviews for The Washington Review, as well as practices venipuncture on oranges, on the side.
Her first volume of poetry was Perhaps this is a rescue fantasy (Edge Books, 1997); her second, Dovecote, is due out in 2001, also from Edge. In addition, she has two chapbooks: beggar (Situation Magazine, 1998) and Eyeshot (Propjet, 1999).
Poetry, excerpts of plays, essays, and reviews have appeared in alyricmailer, Antenym, articulate, Aufgabe, Big Allis, Cartograffiti, Chain, Combo, distance carrier, Georgetown Journal on Fighting Poverty, kenning, Membrane, Mirage #4/Period[ical], the mi nnesota review, On Your Knees Citizen, Philly Talks Newsletter, Phoebe, Poetry New York, Primary Writing, random, read.me, Situation, So to Speak, The Organ, The Tangent, two girls review, the washington review, and Zazil.
Collaborations include: fiber art & poetry collaboration with Perreaoult Daniels in the Cooks Smell Time group installation at the Ruthless Grip, D.C.; printmaking & poetry collaboration with Susan Goldman for the Corcoran Print Portfolio 2000; photograph y & poetry collaboration with Michelle Frankfurter for Membrane; letterpress & poetry collaboration with Buck Downs and the Pyramid Atlantic letterpress shop for Pyramid Atlantic Signature Series Postcards; and voice collaboration with Gray Snead for Snak e Hiss: A Transcendental Friend Audio Project.
Heather Fuller's Works:
Perhaps this is a rescue fantasy (Edge Books, 1997)
Ethel Turner was an Australian novelist and children's writer.
Ethel Turner was born in Doncaster, Yorkshire, England on 24th January, 1872. She migrated to Australia with her widowed mother, older sister Lilian and step sister, Jeannie in 1880.
Educated at Sydney Girls’ High School, she and Lilian wrote stories...
Dugdraaben blinker paa Rosengreen;
Den tindrer, den zittrer af Glæde:
I mindste Dugperle, klar og reen,
Er Verdenssolen tilstede.
Sjæle er Draaber paa Livets Green;
De tindre, de zittre af Glæde:
I Sjælens Dugperle, klar og reen,
Er Verdensaanden tilstede.
Dugdraaben blinker et Øjeblik;