Anis Mojgani is a two time Individual Champion of the National Poetry Slam and Pushcart Prize nominee. Before winning his second title in 2006, only one other poet had won multiple National Poetry Slam Titles in the form's history. Less than a year after doing so, Anis continued with finishing second at the Individual World Poetry Slam in Vancouver, Canada, and 6 months later was crowned the first champion of France's World Cup Poetry Slam. A former resident of the Oregon Literary Arts Writer's-In-The-Schools program and a founding member of the touring Poetry Revival group, Anis' poetry has traveled to many parts of the globe. From sharing the House of Blues stage with the musician's of non-profit TWLOHA's annual Heavy & Light show, to being one of the 40 authors invited to participate in Seoul Korea's Young Writer's Festival, his poetry has been heralded across the world by veteran poets and masses of audiences as unique, refreshing, uplifting and real.
Possessing an ability to give hackneyed issues and subject matter a jolt of poetic life and energy, he attempts to create beautifully crafted imagery without writing over the audience's head. Anis writes and performs poetry with the same infectious passion and zeal that he lives life with. Anis' work has appeared on HBO, NPR, Indiefeed, as well as in the documentary Slam Planet: War of the Worlds, as well as within such publications as the literary journal Rattle and alongside poet laureates Ted Kooser and Billy Collins in the anthology Spoken Word Revolution Redux. He has shared the stage with such varied performers as musicians Jill Scott and Matt Kearney, humorist John Hodgeman, rappers Sage Francis and M-1 of Dead Prez, and cartoonist Lynda Barry.
This New Orleans native of Black and Iranian heritage has come a long way from being the unofficial poet laureate of his alma mater Savannah College of Art & Design, to competing on three National Slam Teams, to touring the world as arguably the most accomplished Slam Poet of our generation. He is louder then he realizes. He likes kickball. He likes sitting in movies alone. He used to ice cupcakes for a living. Now he makes tents out of bedrooms and bedsheets. Anis currently lives in Portland, OR in a white pointy house, where he sometimes he has a beard, and sometimes not. It usually depends on the weather. His latest book, Over the Anvil We Stretch, is published by Write Bloody.
come into this. come closer.
you are quite the beauty. if no one has ever told you that before know that
now. you are quite the beauty. there is joy in how your mouth dances with
your teeth. your mouth is a sign of how sacred your life truly is. come into
this. true of heart come into this. you are true of heart. come closer. come
closer. know that whatever God prays to He asked it to help Him make
something of worth. He woke from His dreams scraped the soil form the spaces
inside Himself made you and was happy. you make the Lord happy.
come into this.
know that something softer than us but just as holy planted the pieces of
Himself into our feet that we might one day find our way back to Him. you
are almost home.
come closer come into this. there are birds beating their wings beneath your
breastplate gentle sparrows aching to sing come aching hearts come soldiers
of joy doormen of truth come true of heart come into this.
my heart was too big for my body so I let it go and most days this world has
thinned me to where I am just another cloud forgetting another flock of
swans but believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow
spaces. place your hand beneath your head when you sleep tonight and you may
find it there making beauty as we sleep as we dream as we turn over when I
turn over in the ground may the ghosts that I have asked answers of do the
turning kneading me into crumbs of light and into this thing love thing
called life. come into it!
come you wooden museums
you gentle tigers
negro farces in two broken scenes.
come rusting giants!
I see teacups in your smiles upside down glowing. your hands are like my
heart. on some days how it trembles. let us hold them together. I am like
you. I too at times am filled with fear. but like a hallway must find the
strength to walk through it. walk through this with me. walk through this
with me. through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move
our arms take every breath we swallow is worship.
bend with me. there are bones in our throats. if we choke it is only on