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Anna Goodman Herrick is an author, interdisciplinary artist, and performance poet whose work has been presented by museums, universities, literary organizations, and cultural institutions internationally.

“Anna revels in beauty and sacredness, a testament to defiantly vowing to not live in fear.” — Kara Lewis, Write Poetry

Anna Goodman Herrick on their practice: the relationship between their writing, interdisciplinary art and performance

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A Speaker is a Wilderness:
Poems on the Sacred Path from Broken to Whole (Monkfish)

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Book cover for "A Speaker is a Wilderness" by Anna Goodman Herrick. The background features a collage of what appears to be Jewish or Middle Eastern scripture and ornamentation. The design includes pink and yellow mirrored disco balls and a pink landscape with a textured surface. The title is in large, bold yellow letters, and a subtitle, "Poems on the Sacred Path from Broken to Whole," is curved across the middle in yellow letters.

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“This is a powerful new volume of poetry from a fierce, feminist perspective.”
— Broad Street Review, The Best Books I’ve Read So Far, editor’s picks
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“Listening to Anna Goodman Herrick read a poem made the hair on my arm stand up. I wonder if we could measure the effects of good poetry on electrodermal activity.”
—Timothy Green, Editor, Rattle Magazine
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“Performer, poet, and filmmaker Anna Goodman Herrick brings to her collection a deep knowledge and a bold, imaginative palette. Her poems affirm and celebrate our power to reimagine ourselves and the world.”
— Stephanie Barbé Hammer, The Jewish Book Council
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“Anna revels in beauty and sacredness, a testament to defiantly vowing to not live in fear. She writes of a new beginning, informed by tragedy but refusing to be defined by it: ‘We opened/ the windows of ourselves, sent the night out searching/ for our collective liberation like a raven/ for the end of the flood.’”

— Kara Lewis, Write Poetry