2014 FIRST BOOK AWARD
Judge: Joy Harjo
prize is $1,000 and publication
by Kore Press
Submission deadline extended to Sept 12, 2013
Poet, Musician, Storyteller, Writer & Artist JOY HARJO was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma and is a member of the Mvskoke Nation. Her seven books of poetry include She Had Some Horses, The Woman Who Fell From the Sky, and How We Became Human, New and Selected Poems. Her poetry has garnered many awards including a Lila Wallace-Reader’s Digest Award: the New Mexico Governor’s Award for Excellence in the Arts, the Lifetime Achievement Award from the Native Writers Circle of the Americas; and the William Carlos Williams Award from the Poetry Society of America.
This competition is open each year to any female writer
who has not published a
full-length collection of poetry. Writers who have had chapbooks
of less than
42 pages printed in editions of no more than 400
copies are eligible.
How to Submit Your Manuscript
The contest is closed. Judging complete by February 14.
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Manuscripts must be:
• a minimum of 48 pages and a maximum of 80 pages. no cover letter needed.
• anonymous (do not include your name anywhere on the manuscript)
• original poetry written by applicant (translations are
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for River Legs
A prize of $1,000 plus book publication
by Kore Press
TO BE RELEASED FEBRUARY 2014
Judge Nikky Finney says of River Legs: "The mark of a truly imaginative poet is to say what we human beings all feel in a way that's never been said before. That's what happens in River Legs. Beautiful work! Tender. Gutsy. Full of treasured phrases and wonderings. The poet never gives up until all the pieces of the poem come together. She builds such a strong path with the surprise of language until we leave our predictable worlds behind---completely trusting each and every step."
Jen McClanaghan was educated at Antioch College, Columbia University, and Florida State University. Her work has appeared in The New Yorker, The Iowa Review, The Southern Review, AGNI online and New England Review. Currently she's an assistant professor at Stephen F Austin State University in East Texas, where she lives with her husband and their son.
2013 Judge: Nikky Finney
2011 National Book Award for poetry winner for Head Off & Split
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Joy Harjo Interview by Jane Ciabattari
April 22, 2013
for Pen America
Joy Harjo burst onto the international literary scene with the publication of her first book of poetry, She Had Some Horses, in 1983. Her poems offered strong and original lines, rhythms, and images honoring plants, animals, the sun, and female ferocity. For more than thirty years, Harjo has been sending forth words and images and sounds, writing and performing poems, prose, music, theater, and chant, continuing to break new ground.
“I was entrusted with carrying voices, songs, and stories to grow and release into the world, to be of assistance and inspiration," she writes in her recent memoir, Crazy Brave. "These were my responsibility. I am not special. It is this way for everyone. We enter into a family story, and then other stories, based on tribal clans, on tribal towns and nations, lands, countries, planetary systems and universes. Yet we each have our individual soul story to tend.”
I first met Joy through Greg Sarris at dinner after a reading he arranged for me in Los Angeles. When her latest book of poetry, How We Became Human: New and Selected Poems, came out, I organized a reading and book party for her in Sag Harbor. (We had a February snowstorm that night, with a rare display of thunder and lightning.) We’ve kept in touch through email and Facebook with the occasional meeting in person: a lunch in New York City after a staged reading of her play Wings of Night Sky, Wings of Morning Light at the Public Theater; teaching as fellow faculty members at the Taos Writers Conference, where dancing and the movement of the sun are woven into the hard work of learning and teaching writing. The following conversation took place this week over email. —Jane Ciabattari
Jane Ciabattari: What would you want the international audience at this year’s PEN World Voices Festival to know about your heritage and the history of the Mvskoke (Creek) Nation? The meaning of the name Harjo, for instance?
Joy Harjo: The name Harjo means, "so brave you're crazy." There are many, many Harjos. Some of us are related, some not, though I've found that most of us in the tribe are related somehow, if not by blood, by clan, marriage, or story. When I've traveled to other countries to perform poetry, literature, or music, the audiences seem to have the most trouble with the notion that a nation can exist within a nation. There are over five hundred indigenous nations in just the U.S. And there is no such thing as "Native American," such as a "Native American" language or culture. We are many languages and cultures, much like European or African countries and/or tribes. Our music varies. When you listen to Mvskoke tribal music you can hear one of the roots of blues and jazz. We are part of the origin of that music, but have not been included in the story.
JC: What literary themes, forms, and perceptions do you draw from your lineage?
JH: Colonization is one of the first confrontations for any of us. Who are we before and after the encounter? And how do we imagine ourselves with an integrity and freshness outside the sludge and despair of destruction? I am seven generations from Monahwee, who, with the rest of the Red Stick contingent, fought Andrew Jackson at The Battle of Horseshoe Bend in what is now known as Alabama. Our tribe was removed unlawfully from our homelands. Seven generations can live under one roof. That sense of time brings history close, within breathing distance. I call it ancestor time. Everything is a living being, even time, even words.
JC: What are you reading at the opening night event at Cooper Union, which is on the theme of "Bravery?” How is “bravery” particularly relevant to your work and your past?
JH: I am reading one poem, "No,” and singing the poem "Equinox," Both deal with war. "Equinox" more with the internalization of the memory of violence. I don't feel I'm particularly brave but I have been at the edge of many precipices in my life and made difficult choices. I have not always done so gracefully. I come from a brave people, from people who stood up and continue to stand up with dignity. It's not easy being Mvskoke or any other tribal person in this so-called postcolonial world. There is no "postcolonial"—colonization has morphed into corporatization.
JC: You’re at The Standard East Village on Friday night to talk about your interest in the depth, scope, and passage of time. Can you give a preview?
JH: I have experienced time as a being, a person with many heads, arms, legs and feet. It is everlasting yet is absolutely present. It is a tricky being. I have it in my grasp and it slides away. Once I was able to ride it, like my grandfather who was a horseman, and rode time a long distance in a few minutes that was impossible in strict, linear clock time. Once I saw time meander then snap back into place in an ordinary room. I have also walked through time and with time, across many stories. My mother said her mother used to dream novels, then relate the stories to the children to get them to bed to sleep. I often dream through other stories in other times and places, some not of this world.
Joy Harjo’s home base is in the Mvskoke (Creek) Nation in Oklahoma, in Glenpool, just south of Tulsa. But she is, like quicksilver, always on the move, living on the road, shimmering and dancing and throwing out stories and ideas. She was recently at UCross in Wyoming, on a Sundance Theater Residency. She is teaching this semester as a professor in the American Indian Studies Program at the University of Illinois, Urbana-Champaign. On her birthday, May 9, shortly after PEN World Voices, she will be driving to New Mexico, to give a commencement speech at the Institute of American Indian Arts, and to see her daughter graduate from University of New Mexico with a degree in Creative Writing. She’ll be giving a keynote speech in New Orleans at the end of May at the National Conference on Race and Ethnicity. She performs steadily, and is working on a play entitled We Were There When Jazz Was Invented.
She shared her sense of "now" in a recent blog post:
“When I look back over my life from the perspective of now, I see both elegant waves and chaotic patches of trouble. They make a story. Some of the story is difficult to speak or to even fully understand. Other parts of the story fold sweetly from one detail to the next, like catching a wave in an outrigger canoe that takes you all the way in. I feel like I am on such a wave right now, even as I am still taking care to understand the patterns in chaos. Often, those patterns are the most creative, though they may be the most challenging, even painful. We humans are created of both—they make a weave and even constitute the energetic system of our minds, bodies, and spirits. When we stand back far enough to get a perspective, we can see the music in the system, how every small thought of human or cloud matters, and shifts the direction of the weather