This site doubles as a commonplace book and a home for updates on my poetry. (A full list of my published poetry is here.) Until late 2017 I was writing as Alex Harper, I am now writing as A.D. Harper.
I’m on twitter as @harpertext, my email is: harpertext [at] outlook [.] com
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The Summer 2017 issue of Kaleidotrope has gone live, and I’m delighted it contains my narrative fantasy (and witchy) poem ‘The Switch’. You can read it here.
It’s my third appearance in Kaleidotrope. Thanks to Fred Coppersmith!
The Summer 2017 issue of fantasy zine Mirror Dance has gone live, with a theme of masks and disguises.
As well as fiction, it contains poems by Jeana Jorgensen, Mary Soon Lee, Todd Dillard and Robert Beveridge.
Delighted that it also includes my long poem ‘Sheer‘, a fairy tale retelling, or perhaps a fairy tale slice-of-life.
Thanks to Megan Arkenberg!
The postman brought Issue 56 of Rattle this week, with an evocative cover by Jasmine C. Bell.
I’m delighted to be one of the 29 poets represented in the section on mental illness, with my poem ‘Fallers’. I’ve enjoyed reading the issue which has a compelling range of poetry, and there’s an excellent interview with Francesca Bell.
Thanks to Timothy Green!
The most we can do is to write – intelligently, creatively, critically, evocatively – about what it is like living in the world at this time.
— Oliver Sacks, quoted in Bill Hayes, My Life with Oliver Sacks, The Observer, 26 March 2017
The eleventh issue of Liminality has gone live today.
I’m very pleased that my poem ‘The Well‘ is included, my fourth appearance in the journal.
Thanks to Shira Lipkin and Mattie Joiner!
In 1958, in July, [Wright] wrote me a letter (I’m sure similar letters went to others) in which he announced that he was through writing poems. […] The first issue of Robert Bly’s magazine, The Fifties, which he read at this crucial point, arrived like a reproach. (He did not yet know Bly.) He told me: “So I quit. I have been betraying whatever was true and courageous […] in myself and in everyone else for so long, that I am still fairly convinced that I have killed it. So I quit.” In the letter he called himself “a literary operator (and one of the slickest, cleverest, most ‘charming’ concoctors of the do-it-yourself New Yorker verse among all current failures) […]”
A day later he wrote again, admitting that “I can’t quit and go straight. I’m too deep in debt to the Olympian syndicate. They’d rub me out.” (This is Roethke talk, who during mania often alluded to The Mob.)
— from Donald Hall, introduction to James Wright, Above the River (1992), p. 29-30