Featured Bloggers
Every month, Harriet Books invites a poet to contribute two posts as the Featured Blogger of the month, in which they reflect on issues relating to contemporary poetry and poetics.
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Featured BloggerBy Uche NdukaMarch 8, 2016
1. PATRICIA SPEARS JONES Photo by Gabriel Padilha Patricia Spears Jones has paid her dues as a poet since arriving in New York City in the early seventies. Her book of...
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Featured BloggerBy Uche NdukaMarch 2, 2016
To be a poet in capitalistic America is a rebellious act. When it comes to manifestos, I change the subject. Does the poem care whether you have expectations or not?...
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Featured BloggerBy Prageeta SharmaFebruary 29, 2016
LOVE “I don’t/ know what to sing. I am the others. I hope/the others are me. Like the trees/I don’t know what to sing./no nightingales on my finger.” –Eduardo Chirinos (April 4,...
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Featured BloggerBy Prageeta SharmaFebruary 23, 2016
I’m drawn back to the past in this blog because I just came back from Massachusetts, where I was visiting my family in Framingham. I traveled with Dale’s sister Jody...
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Featured BloggerBy Prageeta SharmaFebruary 11, 2016
It was my birthday this past weekend and I’m recovering from a busy trip to Butte, Montana where I was hosted by poet and scholar Isabel Sobral Campos, at Montana...
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Featured BloggerBy Prageeta SharmaFebruary 3, 2016
I am still mourning and still grieving. Known for most of his life as Eddie and then as Dale for the last twenty-six years. So he’s both Eddie and Dale. He used to...
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Featured BloggerBy Anne BoyerJanuary 28, 2016
Los Angeles had been a place for an emergence of thinking about the relationship of illness to capitalism, white supremacy, and patriarchy, so it was a good thing that I...
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Featured BloggerBy Anne BoyerJanuary 25, 2016
What does it mean to have senses at the end of the world, and what does it mean to have them in common? I was wanting to weep on Wilshire...
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Featured BloggerBy Anne BoyerJanuary 21, 2016
The army was made of War Boys, lumpy with tumors, bald and pale as anyone in chemotherapy, many of them dependent on the terrifying medicine of another (captive) person’s blood....
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Featured BloggerBy Anne BoyerJanuary 18, 2016
Sometimes I think there is no more tragic piece of furniture than a bed, how quickly it falls from the place you fuck to the place you waste away in. or Sometimes...
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