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Jeremy Michael Reed
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poet, writer, editor, teacher, interested in all things books. He/him.

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I'm honored to be a featured artist at the Missouri Arts Council this month & join the incredible roster of artists they've spotlit over the last five years! You can see the whole 200+ artist archive at missouriartscouncil.org !
A screenshot of the banner at the top of the Missouri Arts Council website, including a painting by Jeffrey Sippel, Jeremy Reed reading a poem, a textile piece by Heidi Herman, and a photograph of jazz vocalist Eboni Fondren.
June 3, 2025 at 12:00 AM
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Thanks to like a field for publishing this experiment with a heart close to the heart of the new poems I’ve been writing.
The Quiet Room I lived in the quiet room, waiting. I lived across the street, across from my uncle. I lived in the wake of a crash, in a house outside its century, twice over. I lived lonely. I lived crowded. I lived seeking without end. I lived at the time of the heart attack, in the before and the after. I lived next to a fire, in fear of a voice I’d forgotten, a voice I have. I lived in dialogue with silence, far from family but family followed, in the heat of summer, in the cold cold of winter, in the mountains, in the open prairie, at home along the river. I lived in the quiet room because I couldn’t speak another room into existence, into air, the materials and the measure weren’t there.
January 26, 2025 at 10:25 PM
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I’m so glad this poem found a home in Appalachian Journal under its new editor Jessica Cory and in this issue with such a wonderful tribute to long-time editor Sandra Ballard.
Simple text shows following poem: Spring: Knoxville, TN by Jeremy Michael Reed “The old house on the hill, the one / I think no one lives in, the one / falling apart, filled with moss, / water, possums tracking mud, rotting / floorboards, window frames, fronted by / the long-grassed yard, suddenly changes / when the old-barked tree erupts / into a dogwood’s white petals. // I stop, / breathe in the sweet-sick smell of flowering, / breathe in the pollen that will haunt me, / breathe in the suck of hardbreath dust, asbestos, / breathe in the blooming confusion, buzzing, / breathe in the all of it, the sun.”
January 3, 2025 at 9:29 PM
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Thrilled to have an essay in the newest Annulet Poetics! Thanks to Alicia Wright for putting my sentences in such incredible company.

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Beginning of new essay with title that reads: “‘Daddy’ and Anacrusis: on Langston Hughes’ ‘Dream Boogie’” Image of text that reads: Issue (7) of Annulet makes its appearance
April 20, 2024 at 7:12 PM
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Taught Layli Long Soldier’s work in my poetry workshop today & we took the approach of listing questions that came up as we listened to her reading, questions we can continue to engage longer than just one class period. Will have to try this approach again sometime soon
Blackboard with a list of questions written in chalk such as “what responsibilities do we have to our words, to the histories we were born into?”
February 6, 2024 at 10:40 PM