Poet Jennifer Richter presents poems from her latest book of poetry, Dear Future
OSU Corvallis MFA professor Jennifer Richter is coming to the Portland area to speak with a smaller group of us and discuss her 3rd book of Poetry “Dear Future.” Since she is coming so far for just a handful of us, I thought it would be kind to open this up to the greater WHUUF community since there are so many poetry lovers and writers of poetry within our circle.
—>Saturday, Sept. 14th from 4-6 PM at Christine Leffler’s home (unless the size of the crowd outgrows her home)
Ideally you will have read some of her poetry ahead of time, or just come and enjoy the event itself.
Firm RSVP to: galski@icloud.com (Christine Leffler)
Questions: email or TEXT 650-804-8240
Her book is available on Amazon but if you want to support a local business, you can order it from Annie Blooms in Multnomah Village. If anyone is enterprising enough to place an order for 5 books or more, a 10% book club discount is applied. (I don’t have the bandwidth for that.). It is a feel good thing to support a local small business. NOTE: it takes Annie Blooms two weeks to special order the book, plan accordingly. There is no cost to the event, just a curiosity about poetry is needed.
From the Back cover of the book “Dear Future” “Dear Future teems with the cadence of panic, with the anticipatory anxiety of mothering children who are growing toward departure, and departing, while navigating a global pandemic, a global rattled by literal and figurative earthquakes. Charles Francis Richter—he of the Richter scale, and a poet—becomes a comrade in the namesake Jennifer Richter’s own harrowing attempts to accompany her son as he navigates a serious, persistent depression. “[M]y son used to / sleep on me like a bunny on my belly,” she writes, and those of us who know the particular pain of looking back on such tenderness, from a frightening present tense, clench our fists in empathy. In this vastly human, deeply honest collection, Richter revels in encampments that jolt us like an earthquake, like love. -Diane Seuss, author of “frank: sonnets.” Winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry Christine Leffler galski@icloud.com