Harry Calhoun has had work published in hundreds of poetry journals and more than a dozen books and chapbooks over the past three decades. His career has included Pushcart nominations, two Sundress Best of the Net nominations and publications in Abbey, Orange Room Review, Flutter Poetry Journal, Faircloth Review, Thunder Sandwich, Lily and others. Book publications have included I knew Bukowski like you knew a rare leaf and The Black Dog and the Road. In 2011, Flutter Press published his chapbook The Insomnia Poems. 2012 was an exceedingly good year, with the publication of the limited-edition chapbook Maintenance and Death, the chapbook of love poems, How Love Conquers the World, and the collection of poems from the ‘80s and ’90s called Retro, Maintenance and Death has now gone to a second edition. The chapbook Failure is Unimportant came out on Flutter in 2013 and a full-length poetry book, Alarmed in Space and other poems, has been accepted by Unbound Content for release in early 2015. Harry lives in Raleigh, North Carolina with his wife Trina and his dogs Hamlet and Harriet.
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► Harry's Origami micro-chapbook & selected poems are available below. Download the single-page micro-chapbook by clicking the title. To read the selected poems, also click on the titles.
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Cover Photo by Jan Keough
'Stained Glass Hanging'
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{mooblock=Beyond the Place}
My grandmother’s homilies and religious faith
have long faded like her cancer-wracked body.
She went beyond frail and pale to whatever
she is now, which inspires me to think: God is what comes to me when I write.
My grandma is still with me. Early morning
spent awake and alive in my blessed insomnia might be the perfect resolution that I need
to grow beyond the pale and usher
my warm-blooded body back into the fold. What happens to us doesn’t matter so much as that we are together.
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Harry Calhoun © 2015
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{mooblock=From Silence}
The poems creep noiselessly
into their brief allotted space. Beyond work, love and time they resist my efforts to resist them. At 2:22 in the morning they remind me of who I am. Whether I hold my wife or the sad surrogate of a pillow, they live to tell the tale.
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Harry Calhoun © 2015
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