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Heather Taylor Johnson Heather Taylor Johnson i(A79714 works by) (a.k.a. Heather Johnson)
Born: Established: Minnesota,
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United States of America (USA),
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Americas,
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Gender: Female
Arrived in Australia: 1999
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1 The Ice i "The ice is in the water, though no water that’s known my skin where I dove into waves and", Heather Taylor Johnson , 2021 single work poetry
— Appears in: Saltbush Review , no. 1 2021;
1 No Matter How Much Skin I Lose I Am Always the Same Body i "I was shedding, stripped and blue-veined. It happens every few years,", Heather Taylor Johnson , 2021 single work poetry
— Appears in: Not Very Quiet , March no. 8 2021;
1 y separately published work icon Rhymes with Hyenas Heather Taylor Johnson , Canberra : Recent Work Press , 2021 20909627 2021 selected work poetry

'Imagine if six famous protagonists transcended chronological and geographical barriers to come together through a poetry group in Adelaide. Rhymes with Hyenas is an inventive narrative of emails and poetry that gives a female voice to characters originally written by men. They are Ursula from DH Lawrence’s Women in Love, Caddy from Faulkner’s The Sound and the Fury, Melanie from Coetzee’s Disgrace, Delores from Nabokov’s Lolita, Katherina from Shakespeare’s Taming of the Shrew, and Lilith from Hebrew mythology.

'In a poignant ode to literature and Adelaide, these women are whole, complex characters, sometimes up to their breasts in mothering, sometimes homesick for exiled lands. They are lecturers, dog owners, art makers and carers who deal with illness and loss, with racism and addiction and domestic abuse. Their stories, initially limited by the masterpieces that spawned them, continue on: they are not a closed book.

'In a vibrant commentary on literary patriarchy and the patriarchy beyond, this book considers the place of writing, critiquing, reading, performing and publishing poetry in a woman’s space.'

Source : publisher's blurb

1 Book Review : ​Aftershocks by Anthony Macris Heather Taylor Johnson , 2020 single work review
— Appears in: Transnational Literature , November no. 12 2020;

— Review of Aftershocks : Selected Writings and Interviews Anthony Macris , 2019 selected work essay review
1 Another Danged Migraine i "Father of my son's friend wants a Trumped-up t-shirt straight from America & I've (what?)", Heather Taylor Johnson , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: Social Alternatives , vol. 39 no. 4 2020; (p. 61)
1 Close to Home i "This lake says oofta, something my Minnesotan", Heather Taylor Johnson , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: Social Alternatives , vol. 39 no. 4 2020; (p. 32)
1 Critiquing Our Ableist Society : Heather Taylor-Johnson Reviews ‘Show Me Where It Hurts’ by Kylie Maslen Heather Taylor Johnson , 2020 single work review
— Appears in: Rochford Street Review , November no. 30 2020;

— Review of Show Me Where It Hurts : Living With Invisible Illness Kylie Maslen , 2020 single work autobiography

'Statistically, half of your friends live with some kind of chronic condition, so when we look to art and pop-culture, why aren’t anomalous bodies depicted in their everydayness? Why aren’t there more common sense discussions about the ableist society in which we live? Show Me Where It Hurts: Living with Invisible Illness is a tactile reaction to these questions.' (Introduction)

1 Motion / Stasis i "The other side of happiness is where the hard work's done.", Heather Taylor Johnson , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: Island , no. 160 2020; (p. 112)
1 On Puget Sound i "For now, water", Heather Taylor Johnson , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: Rochford Street Review , September no. 29 2020;
1 Toward Pak Ou i "Trust in the current of this slow brown river to carry you through the day.", Heather Taylor Johnson , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: Rochford Street Review , September no. 29 2020;
1 Not a Sonnet about Golfing i "Nothing is missing. The outside won’t match no matter who you are.", Heather Taylor Johnson , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: Rochford Street Review , September no. 29 2020;
1 Botanic Park i "My son asks what colour is the sky and I say blue – just look at it, what a beautiful blue – and we stop and", Heather Taylor Johnson , 2020 single work poetry
— Appears in: Cordite Poetry Review , 1 February no. 95 2020;
1 This Is It Heather Taylor Johnson , 2019 single work essay
— Appears in: Antipodes , June vol. 33 no. 1 2019; (p. 139-146)
1 A Useful Body Heather Taylor Johnson , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: #MeToo : Stories from the Australian Movement 2019; Australian Poetry Anthology 2020; (p. 150-151)
1 The Weather i "It’s back, settling in like an old friend, so even though I’m angry and scared I somehow want", Heather Taylor Johnson , 2019 single work
— Appears in: Plumwood Mountain : An Australian Journal of Ecopoetry and Ecopoetics , August vol. 6 no. 2 2019;
1 Trees i "Inland, and hours removed from the sea, a white tree", Heather Taylor Johnson , 2019 single work poetry
— Appears in: Westerly , vol. 64 no. 1 2019; (p. 72)
1 Erstwhile : On Water Heather Taylor Johnson , 2019 single work prose
— Appears in: Westerly , vol. Special Issue no. 9 2019; (p. 9-15)
'I’m walking down the street with Gay, a friend who often theorises then says, ‘Don’t you think?’, so I have to listen closely. We’re on a psychogeographic walk with thirteen strangers, all bonded together through reading and this small regional writers’ festival. Everyone’s enjoying themselves, might be the weather because, indeed, it is a beautiful day, but Gay and I think this session’s lacking. A man takes us around corners into car parks and alleyways to show us ghost signs— words on buildings that once spoke with bold and solid strokes but have since been painted over, and because that painting-over has itself faded, the original signs are showing through once again. Though barely. Almost invisibly. I love the concept but our guide is failing it. He’s left out the stories behind the words.' (Introduction)
1 On Caring : Chronic Illness, Acceptance, Love Heather Taylor Johnson , 2018 single work essay
— Appears in: Island , no. 153 2018; (p. 90)

'So much of life is about acceptance, falling in love included.

'The first two years of my illness: life, a foolish eddy swallowed by a riptide; I, a tiny bubble wanting nothing more than the water's surface, where I could either breathe or properly pop. Dash. I knew what it was with him, or what it was becoming. I didn't know much else. (Hadn't I imagined crawling into his bed? Hadn't I imagined him waking to my body? Hadn't I imagined...?)' (Introduction)

1 The Last Word i "A muscle of a thing, sends forth and sires", Heather Taylor Johnson , 2018 single work poetry
— Appears in: Foam:e , March no. 15 2018;
1 Moab i "Patti Smith read Footnote to Howl on our first night", Heather Taylor Johnson , 2018 single work poetry
— Appears in: Foam:e , March no. 15 2018;
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