Born in El Paso, Texas, Eloise Klein Healy grew up in rural Iowa. Healy's crisp, image- and narrative-driven poems often explore community, sexuality, and the nature of home. On the radio program Writers on Writing, Healy discussed her work’s attention to “the influence of place on people.” Addressing the role of the open-air California landscape and the details of daily life that often ground her poems, Healy noted, “The way you are in the world is also the way you are in your head.”
Healy has published numerous collections of poetry, including The Islands Project: Poems for Sappho (2007); Passing (2002), a finalist for both the Lambda Literary Award in Poetry and Publishing Triangle’s Audre Lorde Lesbian Poetry Prize; and Artemis in Echo Park (1991), which was also nominated for the Lambda Book Award.
As an editor, Healy is also active in the world of small-press publishing. She co-founded ECO-ARTS, a venture combining ecotourism and the arts, and in 2006 established Arktoi Books, an imprint with Red Hen Press specializing in the work of lesbian writers. She was the Grand Prize winner of the Los Angeles Poetry Festival Competition, and other honors include grants from the California Arts Council and the City of Los Angeles, residencies at the MacDowell Colony and Dorland Mountain Colony, and several Pushcart Prize nominations. Healy’s work has been featured in many anthologies, including The World in Us: Lesbian and Gay Poetry of the Next Wave (2001), Another City: Writing from Los Angeles (2001), and The Geography of Home: California’s Poetry of Place (1999).
Healy has taught at California State University Northridge, where she directed the Women’s Studies Program, and at the Feminist Studio Workshop in the Woman’s Building in Los Angeles. She was the founding chair of the MFA program at Antioch University Los Angeles, where she won the inaugural Horace Mann Award. In 2012, Healy was appointed Los Angeles’s first poet laureate by mayor Antonio Villaraigosa. She lives in California.
for Colleen
The cliff above where we stand is crumbling
and up on the Palisades
the sidewalks buckle like a broken conveyer belt.
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for Sappho
Let my music be found wanting
in comparison
to yours (as it must)
...
and on the waves in turmoil
in the harbor
gulls floated
like pieces of paper
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Instead of having sex all the time I like to hold you and not get into some involved discussion of what life means. I want you to tell me something I don't know about you.
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Turning your back, you button your blouse. That's new.
You redirect the conversation. A man
has entered it. Your therapist has given you
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