Heather M. Moore Niver
I wrote my first poem for my 10th grade English class. It was quite a passionate piece about green M&Ms, which I followed up with a brief, but no less poignant, verse featuring an ill-fated square of fudge. Although basil and a scintillating Thai dish called Evil Jungle Prince have since graced my poems, I’ve also branched out to write about the romance of plums, ferocious tiger lilies, the healing power of sheep fleece, and the struggle to find poetry while working in a hardcore music warehouse.I’m a coffee-fueled freelance writer and editor in New York’s Hudson Valley. I write nonfiction children’s books about everything from sports cars and animals to sports marketing and the nervous system. To keep the ink from blotting, I take part in juried poetry workshops at the New York State Writer’s Institute and The Edna St. Vincent Millay Society and lead an annual writing workshop at an Adirondack arts retreat.
My poems have appeared in Peer Glass, The Berkshire Review, and Pathways, at YourDailyPoem.com, and at the 2008 National Poetry Month exhibit at the Sherry French Gallery. One of my poems was also selected to appear in the 2013 Poet’s Market. When I’m not reveling in language and roasting coffee, I hike and snowshoe, dabble in photography and music, and make maple syrup with my husband. I’m also determined to learn how to spin the wool of my four excessively woolly sheep, collectively known as The Lovely Ladies of Lanolin.
