Last Hours to Submit!

Hi, MockingHeart Review Friends,

I hope you’re healthy and happy on this last day of April! Thank you for your excellent submissions to MockingHeart Review this reading period! So you know, today is also the last day to submit to the Spring/Summer 2022 issue of MHR.

Until 11:59 PM Central Time today, feel free to send us your work–we’ll be glad to view it! Remember too that this issue has no dedicated theme.

If you’ve already sent your artwork or poetry our way, thanks very much! We’re looking forward to experiencing your creations, and we’ll get back to you before long.

Be well, and as always, thank you for your excellent work in the world.

Tyler Robert Sheldon, Editor-in-Chief

Submissions are Open!

MockingHeart friends! Happy April.

It’s that time of year again–Submissions are now open for MHR 7.2, the Spring/Summer 2022 issue of MockingHeart Review! You can submit from today until April 30th.

This issue has NO dedicated theme–so when you’re ready, send your poetry and/or artwork our way! We look forward to experiencing it.

We hope you’re staying healthy, happy, and inspired. Keep on creating, friends–and as always, thank you for the excellent work you do in the world.

Tyler Robert Sheldon, Editor-in-Chief

Tomorrow: MHR Submissions Open!

Hi, MockingHeart Friends! How have things gone for you this month? Hard to believe it’s almost April, which is National Poetry Month! It’s also the first day of our Spring/Summer submission period–and what better way to celebrate poetry than by submitting work to your favorite online magazine, MHR?

Again, our Spring/Summer 2022 issue will be open for submissions from April 1-30, with a June 1, 2022 publication date. Take a bit of time to reflect and create–we’d love to see your work this reading period.

Our Spring/Summer 2022 Issue will have NO theme. Submit whatever poetry and/or art suits you best–we’ll be excited to see it. And please pass the word along to the writers and artists in your life!

Finally: If you haven’t yet taken a peek at our splendid Winter 2022 issue, please do. Several excellent pieces await you therein. You’ll come away feeling inspired!

Thanks again! Keep up your excellent work in the world, and we’ll see you soon.

Tyler Robert Sheldon, Editor-in-Chief

Interview with a Poet: Clemonce Heard

Associate Editor’s Note: I knew the first time I heard Clemonce Heard’s poems that I wanted to  interview him for Mockingheart Review—his poems are so moving and important. And this book,  Tragic City, is one that needs to be widely read. It was selected by Major Jackson for the 2020  Anhinga-Robert Dana Prize for Poetry and is focused on the Greenwood District of Tulsa, Oklahoma and Clem’s experience in contemporary Tulsa and in contemporary America. The works and experiences are fused together in inventive ways that illuminate how much and how little America has changed since 1921. Readers will remember that Greenwood was a thriving African-American community that was known  as “Black Wall Street.” It was also the site of a horrific massacre in 1921. More about Greenwood and  that massacre can be found here: https://www.tulsahistory.org/exhibit/1921-tulsa-race-massacre/ 

Clemonce has recently agreed to be the featured reader at The Festival of Words in November 2022,  so please sign up for the Festival of Words newsletter at festivalofwords.org to receive updates and  announcements. 

Denise M. Rogers, Associate Editor 

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MockingHeart Review: Thank you for doing this interview, Clemonce. I’d like to start by giving readers a bit of your  background. I understand you are from New Orleans originally. How did you end up in Tulsa? 

Clemonce Heard: That’s right. I stayed in New Orleans until we evacuated to Natchitoches, Louisiana for Katrina. I stayed in Natchitoches my last year of high school and through college, then moved to Baton Rouge. In  2015 I moved from Baton Rouge to Stillwater, Oklahoma for grad school, then in 2018 to Tulsa on an  artist fellowship.  

MHR: How much of Greenwood and Tulsa’s history did you know before going there? 

CH: Very little. I caught up on the headlines a month before moving to Tulsa. Another artist fellow had a  reading while I was still at OSU, and I volunteered to introduce her. Before her reading we walked  around Stillwater and she filled me in on some of Tulsa’s history, mainly the Tulsa Race Massacre, and  warned me about some of the dysfunction of the fellowship. When I arrived a month later she met me  at the now defunct Jazz Hall of Fame where she introduced me to a good friend of hers who is one of  the elders and a native of Tulsa. We became good friends and he lent me Scott Ellsworth’s seminal text Death in a Promised Land. So a more extensive understanding of Tulsa’s history began once I moved to  the Tulsa Arts District.  

MHR: “Commentary” is such an arresting opening to the collection. In that poem, we see that even an  article of clothing a distressed T-shirt (which would be seen as stylish on a young white man) means  something entirely different on a young African American man. The poem invites the idea that even a  suit would make no difference, as it didn’t in Greenwood. How did you come to write this poem?  

CH: Thank you for your appreciation of this poem and this question, Denise. I’d say the suits made all the  difference. The fact that Blacks were doing better than whites who hadn’t swindled headrights from the  Osage people or just hadn’t figured some other way to fortune is the exact jealousy that razed 

Greenwood. There’s a part in Kiese Laymon’s memoir Heavy where a teenage Kiese and his mother get  pulled over and his mother tells Kiese to make sure he speaks proper English to police. This is after she  shows the officer her university ID and they drive off, and before Kiese tells his mother that her proper  English was probably what made the officer angrier, to which she says “you might actually be right, Kie.”  

On “Commentary,” the poem’s feeling came after reading of the police murders (not in this order) of  Philando Castile, Alton Sterling—who was shot and killed not even a mile from where a partner lived in  Baton Rouge—and Terence Crutcher—who was shot and killed in Tulsa an hour away from where I lived  in Stillwater. I felt like it was only a matter of time before I or someone close to me would be in that  number of at least 234 Black people murdered by police in 2016. The poem’s conceit and the initial draft  came from working as part of the academic training staff at Oklahoma State and seeing one of the  basketball players walk in wearing one of the T-shirts. I went home, studied fashion commentary videos  and wrote the first draft soon after. I don’t think I’ve thought about the distinct elements of feeling and  craft in “Commentary” since it was first written so I’m especially grateful for this question.  

MHR: I kept feeling the prose poems present a kind of “glue” holding all the pieces of the book  together. Is that how you intended them? Do they have a special relationship with the poems before  and after them? 

CH: I like the idea of “glue” for the “Refinery” poems. That sequence was my attempt at writing out how  I was affected by the massacre during my time in the Tulsa Artist Fellowship. Since that was the main  stake I had in Tulsa, it was me tracing how the massacre echoed to and through something as seemingly  benevolent and harmless as many art institutions appear from the outside. There’s something about  free that ain’t free, you know? As far as special relationships to poems before and after, maybe a similar  theme or a shared image, but much of the book flows the same way. I think in ordering the book as a  whole I wanted to create a feeling of arriving like in “Neighbors” and “Move-In Day @ the Refinery” and  of departure like in “On Your Final Night in T-town” and “A Noble Parting Gift: Rose Rock.” I think Robin  Coste Lewis so ingeniously does this by bookending her collection Voyage of the Sable Venus with  “Plantation” and “Felicite,” as does Natasha Tretheway in Native Guard with “Theories of Time and  Space” and “South.” 

MHR: The book strikes me as a kind of “concept album” with its Preface and cover and interior  photograph. I wondered if it started that way—were you working on a book as you wrote, or did  these poems naturally fit together as a book about Tulsa and Greenwood and your view of the  city(ies)? 

CH: Concept albums are some of my favorites albums; from Marvin Gayes’ What’s Going On or Lupe  Fiasco’s The Cool. I think for me one of the only downsides to concept albums is that I have to be in the  mood to inhabit that world, no matter how good the album is—but that’s another conversation. I tried  to write toward a concept album for my thesis, but eventually shelved it since the poems became less  urgent once I moved to Tulsa and learned of the massacre. In trying to make poems about concepts, I  find they usually want to be something else when they grew up. An idea can push off the dock but the  feeling paddles it upstream. I guess I was working on a “concept album” but in a very loose way, which is 

to say it took a certain amount of looking away or writing around to create work that both orbited the  history and my time and felt right to me. So in creating Tragic City I wrote probably ten times the poems  that went into the book and just kept the ones I continued to delight in. It was messy both in drafting  and ordering. I stayed up the night before my manuscript was due at my partner’s house. Her living  room floor was so full we had to walk on our tiptoes to make it across the room. I listened to Janelle  Monae’s ArchAndroid the entire time—another of my favorite concept albums.  

MHR: To risk a chicken and the egg question, do you remember which poems that make up the book  came first? If so, which one(s)? And how did they launch the book?  

CH: “Recommendation,” “Commentary,” “Neighbors,” “Incendiary,” “The Lightbulb Room,” I think in  that order. Those poems were written in grad school and would’ve gone into my first manuscript had I not learned of the massacre and lived on the edge of what was Greenwood. The Tulsa poems came  much later since I hadn’t found myself in the poems. Most of my initial poems about Tulsa didn’t make it  because they felt voyeuristic, opportunistic. I mean, they were. I was mining research for what made me  gasp or tilt my head to the side. I couldn’t ethically write about Tulsa and the massacre until I dealt with  my own character and lack of artistic integrity. I worked out a lot but I still have a ways to go. Tragic City brought me through and taught me so much in the process. I see the book’s flaws more clearly now, and  want to revise a few things—take some poems out, reorder—but overall I’m proud of the work.  

MHR: How did you arrive at the organization of the book? 

CH: I can talk sections in particular. In addition to my reflections on arrival and departure, my editor and  I disagreed on breaks. I wanted the lack of rests to reflect the 100 years of survivors and their  descendants not receiving justice in the form of reparations, transparency, you know, true  reconciliation. My editor said readers needed a break so we tried other images the artist of “A Broken  View of Tulsa, Oklahoma” Carley Schmidt made, but they didn’t work as well so we went back to my  original idea. I first thought if readers needed a break they could just put the book down, but now feel  that decision has hints of violence. What do you think? How did it feel for you to read through 60 poems  without a section break?  

MHR: The book makes clear that in many ways, you and the cit(ies) (Tulsa and New Orleans) are now  inseparable. I felt this especially in “Reflections on Reflections of El Lissitzky” and “Genius  Annotations Provided: ‘You Dropped a Bomb on Me’” Do you feel as connected to Tulsa/Greenwood as you do to New Orleans? Do you see  yourself moving back to New Orleans? I ask this as a transplant to Lafayette, LA from St. Louis, MO—I  don’t know that I will ever be a Louisiana poet even after having lived almost 25 years here. I still feel  like a Missouri poet, an outsider, even when writing about Louisiana. Do you feel that way about the  places you have lived?  

CH: I think 25 years means you belong to the boot. Inseparable. Hmm. I think so but for different  reasons. 

For Greenwood, the inseparable is true because I’ve dedicated a book to what was, to what’s left, and  hopefully to what will thrive again someday. I am, however, a recovering cynic, plus some of the folks in  power have failed to do right by the last three known Greenwood survivors—Viola Ford Fletcher,  Hughes Van Ellis and Lessie Benningfield Randall—their children and other descendants. I spent only  four years in Oklahoma, a little more than a year and a half in Tulsa and never felt like I belonged, or like  it was ever home even when that’s what I told my loved ones and others that’s where I was going.  

I also feel very distant from New Orleans since Katrina hit my senior year of high school and I only lived  there maybe 6 months after I graduated from college. So as far as time spent you’re more of a  Louisianian than me, Denise. I know parts of the city but nowhere near what my family knows or even  folks who moved down post-Katrina. I stay getting lost when I drive my nephew somewhere. Ha!  

MHR: In your note to me, you said you hope the book is transformative. I do, too, because God  knows we need some transformation in this country. But at the same time, the book makes clear  there are no safe spaces, such as in “Neighbors.” (Note: I reproduce that poem below along with  links to “Malt O’Meal” and “Genius Annotations…” for readers.) If Greenwood, a town built by Blacks for Blacks wasn’t safe, where could  someone who is African American be safe in this country? Is the reason you remain in Tulsa and the  U.S. (I mean, James Baldwin left for France) because you have some hope for this country?  

CH: Yes. Transformative. It’s my hope that the book will either land in the hands of someone who cares  enough and has enough clout, privilege, whatever to make some change in Greenwood, or someone  whose work is transformed and adds to the conversation. But like I said, I’m a recovering cynic so I go  back and forth between believing it and feeling silly. I heard a recent VS Podcast where Danez Smith and  Franny Choi spoke to Rachel McKibbens. In that podcast McKibbens said something like there are no  safe spaces, only brave ones. Even after the two “Safe Zone Trainings” I did at OSU, I think McKibbens is  right. There’s no such thing as full protection anywhere. The January 6th Insurrection proved that, right?  

MHR: Gosh, yes, what McKibbens says is certainly true.  

CH: Terrance Hayes ends one of his “American Sonnets for my Past and Future Assassins” with the line  “It’s not the bad people who are brave I fear, it’s the good people who are afraid.” It’s one of my favorite  endings in the book, a subversive call to courage.  

MHR: That’s a good thing for all of us to remember in these times, Clem.  

CH: I don’t think there’s anywhere in this nation for a Black person to be safe. Like James Baldwin and  Richard Wright, Hal Singer from Tulsa was also an expatriate who made his home in France. Though he  found a less strife-filled life than the Civil Rights Movement he moved in the middle of, I’m sure there  were times France didn’t feel like a safe space, you know? He was married to his manager, a white  woman after all, and though Baldwin spoke highly of France thanks to some of the country’s acceptance of Black folks and “free love” he also spoke about its racism. I often wonder how Hal Singer failed to  meet Baldwin or Wright, Miles Davis especially when he performed throughout Europe, but again,  another conversation.  

MHR: The book does a great job of being a “tragic city” in and of itself. It’s also a “magic city” in the  way it expresses tragedy so beautifully and tells the stories of so many people who should be remembered. Are you considering other ways of telling these stories, such as short stories and novels?  The poems are story-like, so maybe I am making an assumption that you would make a good short  story writer, too. 

CH: Thank you so much for your words, Denise. I’ll take the fiction assumption and see if it becomes a  reality. After I finished Tragic City I told myself “that’s it.” My own failed relationships, the oppressive  and suppressive Tulsa Artist Fellowship, and my work/life imbalance made my last three years highly unhealthy. I’m just now after over 30 years getting a hold of what mental health looks like in my life, but  of course that takes constant maintenance. That’s all to say, I would rather not return to those stories  that feel tragic, and if I do return to them, then with a healthier practice of writing and living. Since  publishing Tragic City, I’ve written a few poems about events I’ve taken part in throughout Oklahoma  and an essay that may or may not ever see the world, but aside from that I feel I’ve done what I could  for now. I won’t say never but will say: continuing to write about a place I’m no longer deeply invested  in feels like preying on a subject for the sake of material, and that’s not the move.  

MHR: One of my favorite poems in the book is “Genius Annotations Provided: ‘You Dropped a Bomb  on Me.’” Just the title threw me back to my high school years when we had a jukebox in the cafeteria  and that song was played frequently on it. I was impressed and excited about the way you combined  the topics of the Greenwood Massacre, racism, Tulsa architecture, romantic love, and loneliness into one poem. How did you pick or land on “You Dropped a Bomb on Me” as the song to use? (It’s so  retro.) How did you find out the connection of the GAP Band to Tulsa? I just have so many how’s  about this poem! 

CH: Thanks for digging in again, Denise. I probably would’ve attended more school if my cafeterias had  jukeboxes instead of juice boxes. The elder and Tulsa native I mentioned earlier told me a memory he  had of Charlie Wilson* at the neighborhood pool when they were in high school. It’s not my story to tell.  I’ll just say Charlie Wilson has been free for a long time. On one of our drives after I’d finished reading  Death in a Promised Land, the song played on the radio. Right then I thought the song that’s older than  me was both about a woman who turned Charlie or whoever out, and also about the massacre. In the  last year or so Charlie Wilson told an interviewer that the song had nothing to do with the massacre. He  said him and his brothers had heard stories of the tragedy growing up, but that the connection was not  intentional. So there goes another myth I wished would’ve stayed a myth. I do, however, think Charlie  Wilson, like anyone, doesn’t have as much control as he thinks. I vote we credit Charlie Wilson’s  subconscious.  

[A note from the book about this poem: Charlie Wilson was lead vocalist of the GAP Band. The GAP  Band was originally from Tulsa and fashioned their name after the three main streets of Tulsa’s  Greenwood District: Greenwood, Archer, and Pine.] 

MHR: Again, about “Genius Annotations Provided…”—I love the way it looks at language. I don’t think  I’ve ever seen a “break-up poem” (about breaking up with someone) with a “break-up/down poem”  (about the destruction of Greenwood.) Were these ever two poems that came together in your own  moment of genius or inspiration, or were they always one poem?

CH: It was always one poem. I was trying to transfer the braided narrative form I’d learned in creative  nonfiction. I’d written 11 stanzas before realizing the poem had potential to be a Pecha Kucha (20  stanzas that take 20 seconds each to read). I felt 20 5-line stanzas in connection with the centennial was  apropos. I wrote so many stanzas trying to figure out the 20, learned so much in the process, and  processed so much in this interview. Thanks for taking the time on Tragic City and these questions  Denise.  

MHR: Thank you so much for this interview, Clem. 

Readers will want to know that the book is published by Anhinga Press and is available at  anhingapress.org and Barnes & Noble Booksellers (bn.com).  

Link to “Malt O’Meal, Since 1919” at AGNI: https://agnionline.bu.edu/poetry/malt-o-meal-since-1919

Link to “Genius Annotations Provided: ‘You Dropped a Bomb on Me’” at Missouri Review: https://www.missourireview.com/clemonce-heard-g-a-p-you-dropped-a-bomb-on-me/

Neighbors 

How long did it take to paint the flag 
on the ga/rage’s back wall is not what I asked 
myself or my sweetheart, backing out of 
the driveway, heading back to where we’d 

just turned, looking for a place to stay. 
We were greeted by a law/n of trucks & cars, 
Hot Wheels that had grown & grayed, 
& the Confederate mural for us to marvel.  

It couldn’t have been that diffi/cult seeing 
as the design is rather simple: A diademed ‘X’ 
of thirteen stars, an intersection of dreams 
& the red that surrounds it: the red text, 

the red trucks, the red necks, the red rust 
pointing to the odd of it all. A single man 
could’ve pulled it off. Could’ve brushed, 
or rather slathered pain/t from canister 

to wall, but two stories means family. 
So I picture a wife drafting the southern cross 
& kids filling in the s/tars. O’ say, can you see 
an open garage aerating the latex exhaust? 

Neighbors walking their children, pointing 
past the ropes, shovels, ladders, saws? 
Racism takes teamwork, takes the anointment 
of offsprings. I can almost see their gaw/king 

once the wall was finished. The man kissing 
his wife’s temple, both with one arm around 
each other & the other around t/heir kids. 
That day my sweetheart & I agreed the mounds 

of the Midwest were no place we’d want to
live. I guess the image could’ve existed in
the house before they got to town. A
backdrop whistling “welcome niggers”
they’d failed to taken d/own. 

——

Clemonce Heard was born and raised in New Orleans, Louisiana. He is the winner of the 2020 Anhinga Robert Dana Prize, selected by Major Jackson. His poetry collection, Tragic City, which investigates the events of the 1921 Tulsa Race Massacre, is forthcoming from Anhinga Press in October 2021. Heard’s work has appeared or is forthcoming from ObsidianThe Missouri ReviewCimarron ReviewIron HorseWorld Literature TodayPoetryRattleRuminate, and elsewhere. He earned a BFA in graphic communications from Northwestern State University, and an MFA in creative writing from Oklahoma State University. Heard was a recipient of a 2018-2019 Tulsa Artist Fellowship, the 2019-2020 Ronald Wallace Poetry Fellow at the University of Wisconsin-Madison, and served as the 2021 Sala Diaz artist-in-residence in San Antonio, Texas. 

Coming Tomorrow to the MHR Blog!

Happy Valentine’s Day, MHR Friends!

We hope you’re doing well and staying healthy–and that you’ve been enjoying our new issue, MHR 7.1! Just sending a note about some exciting work coming your way tomorrow on Beats!

Keep a lookout for Associate Editor Denise Rogers’ new interview with poet and 2022 Festival of Words featured reader Clemonce Heard! Watch this space to witness the author discuss cities, concept albums, the GAP Band, and his stirring new collection Tragic City. This is an interview you won’t want to miss.

Thanks again for helping to make MockingHeart Review a vibrant and enjoyable magazine! And thank you for your excellent work in the world.

Tyler Robert Sheldon, Editor-in-Chief

Our Winter 2022 Issue is HERE!

MockingHeart Friends! Welcome back.

Our new issue is now published, and you can take a look at it here! We hope that you enjoy these excellent poems. It’s hard to believe that a new year is already upon is, but now that it’s here, we also hope that you might feel inspired to create as well. 

Have a fulfilling week, MHR friends, and thank you for all the excellent work you do in the world!

Tyler Robert Sheldon, Editor-in-Chief

Submissions are Open!

MockingHeart friends! Can you believe it’s already December?

It’s that time of year again–submissions are now open for MHR 7.1, the Winter 2022 issue of MockingHeart Review! You can submit from today until December 31st.

Our theme for this issue is Tranquility. This is an aspirational notion for many of us–the idea of finding calm amidst the whirling maelstrom of these rough recent years. But the best things in life surely take time–so we hope you’ll explore this theme in your creative pieces over this month, from whatever angle seems best to you! When you’re ready, send your poetry and/or artwork our way–we look forward to experiencing it.

In need of a little inspiration, or looking for some fantastic material to read and enjoy? Check out our last issue, MHR 6.3–we have a feeling you’ll dig it.

Here’s to you, as we begin a whole new volume of MHR. We’re so glad you’ve decided to be on this ride with us, friends. Thank you again for your excellent work in the world.

Tyler Robert Sheldon, Editor-in-Chief

Pushcart Prize Nominations!

Hi, MockingHeart friends,

We at MockingHeart Review are proud to announce this year’s nominations for the Pushcart Prize:

“Remember Your Mother-in-Law,” by Marjorie Saiser

“Or How Do You Keep Track of All the Keys You Once Owned?,” by Hedy Habra

“Child Refusing Sleep,” by Thomas Mixon

“Faces,” by Andrew McSorley

“Father’s Day,” by Matthew J. Andrews

“The Way Back Was Always Slower,” by Meghan Sterling

Congratulations to these poets, and many thanks to ALL of our MHR contributors for your excellent work in the world–it’s a privilege to read and publish your creations. Here’s to another great MockingHeart Review year!

P.S. – More information about the Prize and Pushcart Press can be found here.

Tyler Robert Sheldon, Editor-in-Chief

MHR’s Fall 2021 Issue Goes Live Tomorrow!

Hi, MockingHeart friends!

Happy Fall! I hope you’re all doing well and hanging in there, as this cozy season makes its way into the world once again. Tomorrow we’ll be publishing our Fall 2021 issue, MHR 6.3, and we’re really excited to share its excellent poetry and artwork with you. We promise it’ll be the perfect accompaniment to a pumpkin-y drink, or else to an evening bonfire with friends and family, the crisp air and woodsmoke mingling overhead.

For my own part, I can barely wait! Watch this space, friends.

Autumnally yours,

Tyler Robert Sheldon, Editor-in-Chief

Six Years of MockingHeart Review!

Hi, MockingHeart friends!

I hope you’re faring well, and to those who have just weathered Hurricane Ida, our thoughts are especially with you today. I hope that you have access to your usual utilities, and that your homes and lives haven’t incurred any damage.

I just wanted to pass you a few notes! First: as of today, submissions to our Fall 2021 issue are CLOSED. We’ll reopen to subs (for our Winter 2022 issue) in December.

ALSO–today marks MHR‘s sixth birthday! We’re so glad to be in the world as a journal of poetry and art, and wanted to say thank you very much! to you, our readers and past, present, and future contributors, for helping make this fantastic journey possible! We look forward to bringing you more excellent issues in the years to come–and remember that our Fall 2021 issue will be published on October 1st.

If you’re in the mood to celebrate with us, take a look through our blog, Beats, to revisit some of the wonderful moments we’ve shared with writers and artists including you! Also have a look through our previous issues, if you have the time–they’re all available to read for free! The fantastic work of MHR‘s past continues to inform the shape of our future.

Have a relaxing week, MHR friends, and thank you again for your excellent work in the world.

Cheers,

Tyler Robert Sheldon, Editor-in-Chief