The Spring Poetry Reading


The Spring Poetry Reading • 20 April, 2023

     Forrest Gander        •       Francine J. Harris       •        Jennifer Grotz      

Thursday, April 20, 2023
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An Evening of Poetry


Forrest Gander, Francine J. Harris, and Jennifer Grotz


Thursday, 20 April, 2023 at 7:00 PM Eastern Time

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Forrest Gander

<>Forrest Gander is a writer, translator, and editor of several anthologies of writing from Spain and Mexico. He is the author of more than a dozen books, including Twice Alive; Be With, which won the 2019 Pulitzer Prize and was longlisted for the 2018 National Book Award; and Core Samples from the World, a finalist for both the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Critics Circle Award. Most recently, Gander collaborated with the photographer Jack Shear to create the collection Knot (Copper Canyon, 2022). His other books include two novels, As A Friend and The Trace; the poetry collections Be With, Eye Against Eye, Torn Awake, Science & Steepleflower; and the essay collection Faithful Existence: Reading, Memory & Transcendence.

Gander’s essays have appeared in The Nation, The Boston Review, and the New York Times Book Review. He is the recipient of fellowships from the Library of Congress, the National Endowment for the Arts, the Guggenheim, Howard, United States Artists, and Whiting Foundations.


Bio at Poetry@Tech

Poet's Website


Jennifer Grotz

Jennifer GrotzJennifer Grotz is the author of three books of poetry, most recently Window Left Open (Graywolf, 2016). Her fourth poetry collection Still Falling is forthcoming from Graywolf in May 2023. Also a translator from the French and Polish, her newest translation is Everything I Don't Know, the selected poems of Jerzy Ficowski, co-translated from the Polish with Piotr Sommer (World Poetry, 2021).

Grotz's poems, reviews, and translations have appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, The Nation, The New Republic, New York Review of Books, Ploughshares, New England Review, and in five volumes of the Best American Poetry anthology.

The recipient of a Rona Jaffe Foundation Writers' Award, Grotz has also received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Guggenheim Foundation. Director of the Bread Loaf Writers' Conferences, she teaches at the University of Rochester.

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Bio at Poetry@Tech

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Francine J. Harris

francine harrisFrancine J. Harris’ most recent book of poetry is Here is the Sweet Hand (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2020), winner of the 2021 National Book Critics Circle Award for Poetry. Publisher’s Weekly, in a starred review, said “no list of topics or themes can capture the erotic heat, imaginative breadth, and syntactical daring of this poet's voice.”Her second book, play dead (Alice James, 2017) won a LAMBDA Literary Award, a Publishing Triangle Award, and was nominated for the 2017 Hurston/Wright Legacy Award for Poetry. Her debut collection, Allegiance (Wayne State University Press, 2012) was a finalist for both the Kate Tufts Discovery Award and the PEN Open Book Award.

Harris' poetry has appeared in many journals, including McSweeney’s, Ploughshares, Poetry, Meridian, Indiana Review, Callaloo, and Boston Review. She has received fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts,the MacDowell Colony, the Cullman Center for Scholars and Writers at the New York Public Library, and Cave Canem.

Harris received her MFA from the University of Michigan, and was writer in residence at Washington University in St. Louis. She’s taught creative writing at University of Michigan and Centre College in Danville, Kentucky. Originally from Detroit, she is currently associate professor of English at the University of Houston.


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Book Sales

We'd love for you to support our wonderful featured poets by buying a their books. You can order at the following links:

Recent Books

  • Francine J. Harris, Here Is the Sweet Hand (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 2020)
  • Francine J. Harris, play dead (Alice James Books, 2016)
  • Francine J. Harris, allegiance (Wayne State Press, 2012)
  • Jennifer Grotz, Still Falling (forthcoming, Graywolf Press, May 2023)
  • Jennifer Grotz, Window Left Open (Graywolf Press, 2016)
  • Jennifer Grotz, Piotr Sommer (translators), Everything I Don't Know - Poetry of Jerzy Ficowski (World Poetry Books, 2021)
  • Forrest Gander, Knot (Copper Canyon, 2022)
  • Forrest Gander, Twice Alive (New Directions, 2021)
  • Forrest Gander, Be With (New Directions, 2018) - Winner of the Pulitzer Prize

francine - sweet hand cover
Francine J. Harris, Here Is the Sweet Hand
francine - play dead cover
Francine J. Harris, play dead
Francine - allegiance cover
Francine J. Harris, allegiance
Grotz - Still falling cover
Jennifer Grotz, Still Falling
Grotz - Window left open cover
Jennifer Grotz, Window Left Open

Grotz - everything I don't know cover
Jerzy Ficowski, Everything I Don't Know, transl. Jennifer Grotz & Piotr Sommer
Knot cover
Forrest Gander, Knot
Twice alive cover
Forrest Gander, Twice Alive
Forrest - Be With cover
Forrest Gander, Be With

Selected Poems

Francine J. Harris


first, take a fistful of hair


Listen first for anyone. Fill your pockets.
Measure the ditch with a wad of gum. Listen.
Stay still. Break open the gate with your fist.
a backseat to torch. Ditch it. You will need
someone, still. but later. from a pay phone. for
the rope. Empty your pockets. Check for wild fur
and the pant. who wad seats. or possums who hiss
under wild shrub. Sharp shooters check the wind.
So measure your mouth. the curve of howl. drool
and its drop against the wooden tiles. Possum
under salt and pine. Screech it. Score the rope
with your teeth. Collect the drool in tin.
Check for rust. Pull out the nails. Wait
for the wood to sag of blood. to good and stalled.
Mount the mouth. slip down. Slide under
sludge, until the caves open and break. and
salt your wounds. and play the black cricket.
and nail on the stars. Run low to ground.
until your hairs unseat. and your cheek
full of shotgun howls. and sags. and,
and touches its own blood to light.


(from Poetry Magazine, 2016)


Jennifer Grotz


The Ladder


“I want! I want!” cries the figure climbing up the skinny ladder,
such a long climb to be filled with wanting, such a long

shadow cast onto the surface of the ground
while the ladder sips like a straw from the moon

it leads to, here as tiny as a rind of fingernail, suspended
in the night William Blake scratched and darkened

save for seven fuzzy stars. It looks like punishment:
you hook your leg on the third rung and look up,

such a long climb for what you lack. It must be said twice
to show how saying does not in fact release it.

Perhaps, after climbing, you will reach the reclining crescent
and sleep upon it like a hammock before you realize that home

is the barren moon below: beautiful, light-reflecting,
but missing you. And if wanting is a ladder between

two moons, then the stars will hang neglected.
Surely Blake made the print no larger than a playing card

so that the ladder could lean without tearing
a paper sky gently pierced by stars.


(from Cusp, Ecco Books, 2003)

Note: This poem is an ekphrastic after William Blake's 'I Want! I Want! (1793), seen in the inset to the right


Forrest Gander


The Moment When Your Name is Pronounced


This high up, the face
eroding; the red cedar slopes
over. An accident chooses a stranger.
Each rain unplugs roots
which thin out like a hand.
Above the river, heat
lightning flicks silently
and the sound holds, coiled in air.
Some nights you are here
dangling a Valpolicella bottle,
staring down at the flat water
that slides by with its mouth full of starlight.
It is always quiet
when we finish the wine.
While you were a living man
how many pictures were done
of you. Serious as an angel,
lacing up your boots. Ice
blows into my fields.


(from Rush to the Lake, Cambridge, AliceJames Books, 1988)