After two years of being on the back burner, I finally travelled up to Burlington, Vermont to work with Ben Aleshire of Honeybee Press to assemble my book. Thus, here it is: Dance the Spider Away, Poems by Annie Doran (!).
The book covers were made on letterpress, some of the covers are handmade paper Ben made at his residency in Saranac Lake, NY, and all books were hand bound (that's right: we're getting old school with this one).
It feels so immensely satisfying to have a collection of my poems arranged in one cohesive, attractive place. There are so many people to thank for this. To all my writing teachers (particularly Allan Reeder and Daniel Bosch of Walnut Hill School and Mrs. Pamela Gerald), to Ben Aleshire, to Addie Herbert for making the spider image, to the Barn Owl Collective, to my family, to every person who ever gave me feedback on my work, to every person who read one of my poems and told me something they loved about it, to every person who encouraged me, to every person, place, animal, moment, flash of light, season, object that inspired a poem: thank you, thank you, thank you.
The book is available for purchase at these NYC bookstores: Molasses Books, Human Relations and St. Mark's Bookstore. I hope to get more booksellers to carry them soon. For those of you who can't get to these locations that want to buy a book, I hope to have a link on the writing page of this site where you can place an order. In the meantime, contact me directly via email.
I will also be reading from the book alongside fellow writers and poets Estefania Puerta and Cristina Preda one week from today. The reading will take place Friday, September 12 at 8:30 PM. Molasses Books is located at 770 Hart Street in Bushwick, Brooklyn.
Just to tease you a little, here's a brief excerpt from the book:
I met the car in the road's center
as I dragged that tree to the beach
like a sacrificial body.
I gazed into the car where their era
could maintain itself, where time
wasn't stripped and re-threaded
by unnamed sound and the endless dark.
I saw the outline of bodies
and a single mouth gaping open
as if inviting me to fall into it.
-From Light Studies: Night
Thanks again to all my loved ones. I hope those of you that pick up a book enjoy it very much.