S.A. Harper has given poetry readings but has never competed in a slam poetry competition. But make no mistake: the poems in this collection have the blunt, staccato truth of slam. Without a doubt, Harper’s poems about sex are meant to be read aloud, with or without blushing:
… I want my ass grabbed ‘til I gape.
I want my legs splayed obtuse.
I want to be pushed against a window
and displayed to the street below —
my face on fogged glass, my flattened tits,
my open hands pushing back
against that brittle clarity.
I want to embody my exhibition
and wave like the Queen ‘til I fall…
These are poems that have the rhythms of your — of everyone’s — daily desires. They have the beats of sexting and Craigslist hookups, of Tumblr and porn. These are poems of young love, of blind passion, of hard-ons and queefs, of threesomes and lonely solo nights.
Harper’s poems can also contain quiet beauty and tenderness. And even a haiku about sex often has humor:
So this is beach sex!
My shoes are not the worst place
where I find sand.
This 92-page collection features 68 haiku and over 30 longer (1 to 3 page) poems. Currently available from Amazon in either print or ebook.