I read the most extraordinary poem yesterday, “what you’d find buried in the dirt under charles f. kettering sr. high school (detroit, michigan)” by francine j. harris. It made me cry when I read it, and later when I was talking to Mac about it, and this morning when I’m thinking about it again. It’s by an emerging poet, and it has just been awarded the Page Davidson Clayton Prize by the Michigan Quarterly Review. I hadn’t heard of harris before, but I spent some time this morning exploring her blog, and I have no doubt we all will be hearing much of her and from her in the future.
The prize is one Mac and I established to honor his mom, who loved poetry, and to encourage early-career poets in the way she encourage us in our own writing. Mac has written a wonderful piece on his blog, the Dad App, about the poem, and why poetry is important. – Meg
