Heather Rose Babcock...Writing to Exhale

(Photo copyright Chris Smart Photography - csmartfx.com)
Excerpt from my short story The Trees Turned to Glass:

"Betty realized that when it came to relationships with other human beings, she would always feel alone.  And yet there was this place – this small special place inside of her – a place where quiet beauty was embraced, a place where memories became fantasies and where fantasies became memories.  Like a pebble, Betty could lose herself within this place, this opulent ocean, and yet even if the water were to one day reject her too, even if it were to cast her back up onto its shores, she knew that she would catch the light of the sun again.”-
Written by Heather Babcock, February 2014

(Photo copyright Chris Smart Photography - csmartfx.com)

Excerpt from my short story The Trees Turned to Glass:

"Betty realized that when it came to relationships with other human beings, she would always feel alone.  And yet there was this place – this small special place inside of her – a place where quiet beauty was embraced, a place where memories became fantasies and where fantasies became memories.  Like a pebble, Betty could lose herself within this place, this opulent ocean, and yet even if the water were to one day reject her too, even if it were to cast her back up onto its shores, she knew that she would catch the light of the sun again.”-

Written by Heather Babcock, February 2014

I will be performing at Lizzie Violet’s Cabaret Noir this August!

I will be performing at Lizzie Violet’s Cabaret Noir this August!

csmartfx:

Heather

Photograph by Chris Smart (csmartfx.com).  Deep thinking off of Philosopher’s Walk…must come back here to write…

csmartfx:

Heather

Photograph by Chris Smart (csmartfx.com).  Deep thinking off of Philosopher’s Walk…must come back here to write…

New Poem

Time.  Interrupted.

Excuse me, I need to talk to you about some concerns that I –

You need to answer the phone.

Hello, how may I hel –

Yes, you better.

Where do the words

Interrupted

Of the working class people go?

Lost somewhere with

Their time

Interrupted.

Written June 23rd, 2014 by Heather Rose Babcock

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Heather. Bloor West

csmartfx:

Heather. Bloor West

My short story Of Being Underground and Moving Backwards has been published in the current issue of Descant.  Packed with gorgeous illustrations by Scott McKowen, thought (and dream) provoking poetry and engaging fiction, Descant 165 - A Summer Reader is the perfect travel companion this summer!  Pick up your own issue in stores soon or order via the Descant website at descant.ca .

My short story Of Being Underground and Moving Backwards has been published in the current issue of Descant.  Packed with gorgeous illustrations by Scott McKowen, thought (and dream) provoking poetry and engaging fiction, Descant 165 - A Summer Reader is the perfect travel companion this summer!  Pick up your own issue in stores soon or order via the Descant website at descant.ca .

Photo caption: Paying fashion tribute to Thelma & Louise in the Beaches this past weekend.
Summer is finally here!  I am looking forward to performing at Lizzie Violet’s Cabaret Noir this coming August.  I am putting together my set list now.  The pieces that I have chosen so far all deal with loss - a recurring theme in my work - but they are also about discovery, namely finding the kind of beauty that hides in plain sight; stumbling upon treasures that have always been there…
Details on the Cabaret TBA soon! :-)

Photo caption: Paying fashion tribute to Thelma & Louise in the Beaches this past weekend.

Summer is finally here!  I am looking forward to performing at Lizzie Violet’s Cabaret Noir this coming August.  I am putting together my set list now.  The pieces that I have chosen so far all deal with loss - a recurring theme in my work - but they are also about discovery, namely finding the kind of beauty that hides in plain sight; stumbling upon treasures that have always been there…

Details on the Cabaret TBA soon! :-)


(Photo Caption: Holding my autographed copy of Lisa de Nikolits’ wonderful novel “A Glittering Chaos” – if you’re looking for a summer read that’s thoughtful and original, this is it!)
My short story Of Being Underground and Moving Backwards takes place in the sweltering hot summer of 1976 and follows 16 year old Sarah as she tries to piece together the puzzle of a family tragedy.  I am very proud that this story has been published in Descant issue 165: A Summer Reader.  The issue’s launch party will be held on Tuesday, June 17th from 7:00pm to 10:00pm at Pauper’s Pub.  I will be reading an excerpt from my story at this event.
Speaking of summer, I have also been booked to be one of the features at Lizzie Violet’s Cabaret Noir in August.  This will be my second time performing at the Cabaret Noir and I am really looking forward to it – it’s always a fun and fabulous evening!  My boyfriend, musician Neil Traynor, will be performing at the June Cabaret Noir on Sunday, June 8th at 7pm at The Central.  
Summer 2014, I’m ready for ya!

(Photo Caption: Holding my autographed copy of Lisa de Nikolits’ wonderful novel “A Glittering Chaos” – if you’re looking for a summer read that’s thoughtful and original, this is it!)

My short story Of Being Underground and Moving Backwards takes place in the sweltering hot summer of 1976 and follows 16 year old Sarah as she tries to piece together the puzzle of a family tragedy.  I am very proud that this story has been published in Descant issue 165: A Summer Reader.  The issue’s launch party will be held on Tuesday, June 17th from 7:00pm to 10:00pm at Pauper’s Pub.  I will be reading an excerpt from my story at this event.

Speaking of summer, I have also been booked to be one of the features at Lizzie Violet’s Cabaret Noir in August.  This will be my second time performing at the Cabaret Noir and I am really looking forward to it – it’s always a fun and fabulous evening!  My boyfriend, musician Neil Traynor, will be performing at the June Cabaret Noir on Sunday, June 8th at 7pm at The Central. 

Summer 2014, I’m ready for ya!

Requiem for the Metro Theatre on Bloor Street West:
For seventy-four yearsMen’s fantasies germinatedAnd they pinned these dreamsSo fat and ripeOnto me.Today my body is an afterthoughtA bikini that no longer fits. 
- Poem and photo by Heather Babcock, April 2014

Requiem for the Metro Theatre on Bloor Street West:

For seventy-four years
Men’s fantasies germinated
And they pinned these dreams
So fat and ripe
Onto me.
Today my body is an afterthought
A bikini that no longer fits.

- Poem and photo by Heather Babcock, April 2014