{"title":"Charleen McClure","description":"\u003cp\u003eCharleen McClure\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e writes and lives a few miles off the Chattahoochee River. Her first poetry collection, \u003cem\u003ed-sorientation\u003c\/em\u003e (BOA, 2024) was a Blessing the Boats selection. A Fulbright scholar, she was a 2020 recipient of the Rona Jaffe Foundation Writer’s Award. Her writing has been supported by VONA, Cave Canem, Callaloo Creative Writing Workshop, the Watering Hole, Women Writers in Bloom Poetry Salon, New York University, and the Conversation Lit Festival. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe Poetry Project\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThe Offing\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, Academy of American Poetry’s Poem-a-Day, \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ePrairie Schooner\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e, and elsewhere. McClure made her film debut in \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eAll Dirt Roads Taste of Salt\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e (A24, 2023), written and directed by Raven Jackson. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","products":[{"product_id":"d-sorientation","title":"d-sorientation","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cb\u003eA Blessing the Boats Selection \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003ewith a Foreword by Aracelis Girmay, \u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cb\u003eCharleen McClure’s \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003ed-sorientation \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003ewanders the landscape of loss with a weathered eye and a clenched fist. \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eDelving deep into personal hauntologies, McClure’s speakers are dislocated—their observations and interrogations are quietly desperate as they navigate history, relationships, and dig for their roots. The lexicon of McClure’s poetry is one of intimacy and outrage, one that challenges the reader to consider their own belonging.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eThrough bold lyric poems that beat with brutality yet glow with softness, McClure’s debut collection is a compass, pointing the reader towards reclamation.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch3\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003ed-sorientation\u003c\/i\u003e\n\u003c\/h3\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“If you have ever been lost in a city, which is to say alive in a body, you know exactly how bewildering life can feel. Charleen McClure’s debut collection, \u003cem\u003ed-sorientation\u003c\/em\u003e, elicits an analogous sensation as unsettling as it is compelling. To quote the last line of McClure’s penultimate poem, ‘I hear a storm.’ Dear readers, take cover.” \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Nicole Sealey, author of \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe Ferguson Report: An Erasure\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e“Charleen McClure’s debut collection is radiant and searing. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ed-sorientation\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e is an offering of ferocious beauty and relentless clarity. On these pages are tangible tendernesses woven through raging storms; writing miraculously from the eye, from the center of a howl is McClure, ancient-voiced, rooted, steady.” \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Mariahadessa Ekere Tallie, author of \u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eStrut\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003e“Throughout \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan class=\"il\"\u003ed\u003c\/span\u003e-\u003cspan class=\"il\"\u003esorientation\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan\u003e, McClure takes up the wondrous, painstaking and radical work of being in ongoingly deep relation with another through life and death, both vexed and free of the thresholds. It is so moving then that the final poem of \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan class=\"il\"\u003ed\u003c\/span\u003e-orientation\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan\u003e, ‘Transfiguration,’ is a series of unstopped, open lines. Sustained note(s) of a seriously steadfast and unending music, blessed are we to begin to know it.” \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e—Aracelis Girmay, Whiting Award winner, from the \u003ci\u003e\u003cspan class=\"il\"\u003eForeword\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch4\u003e\n\u003cb\u003eorientation\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/h4\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ethis far, the asphalt’s flat, parting trees\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ebut it’s not the road you’ll take.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003etravel ---th, then –st,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eget closer.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003egeographically\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003efind the liver, trapped\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ein his jacket as his stagger\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003esuggests, an engorged address:\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ethat he is your father,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eyour \u003c\/span\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003edaddydrowned\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003e home.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003evisit the mother down the hall with both hands\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ebeneath the broth. the coordinates beg you\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003eto bring the spoon to her lips, metal on flesh,\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan style=\"font-weight: 400;\"\u003ethe slope of her tongue, waiting—\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"BOA Editions, Ltd.","offers":[{"title":"Paperback","offer_id":46519440965861,"sku":"","price":19.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Hardcover","offer_id":46519440998629,"sku":"","price":25.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true},{"title":"Ebook","offer_id":46519441031397,"sku":"","price":5.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/files\/9781960145253_FC.jpg?v=1713291162"}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0982\/0178\/collections\/McClure__photo_by_Claret_Castell_1.jpg?v=1713293766","url":"https:\/\/shop.boaeditions.org\/collections\/charleen-mcclure.oembed","provider":"Boa Editions","version":"1.0","type":"link"}