Portrait courtesy of Emily Herschl, photographer
Eric Tran is a queer Vietnamese poet. His debut book of poetry The Gutter Spread Guide to Prayer won the Autumn House Press Rising Writer Prize and was featured in The Rumpus Poetry Book Club and the Asian American Journalists Association - New York book club. He serves as poetry editor for Orison Books and a poetry reader for the Los Angeles Review. He has received awards and recognition from Prairie Schooner, New Delta Review, Best of the Net, and others. His work appears in RHINO, 32 Poems, the Missouri Review and elsewhere. He completed his MFA at the University of North Carolina Wilmington and is a resident physician in psychiatry in Asheville, NC.
Select Poems from Mouth, Sugar, and Smoke
Mouth, Sugar, and Smoke
forthcoming July 2022
Mouth, Sugar, and Smoke howls and hungers. This collection, which won the Diode Editions’ 2021 Full-Length Book Prize, grieves a lover lost to addiction and also swims in the intoxication of desire. While the poems in Mouth, Sugar, and Smoke portray a yearning for intimacy, they create spaces to experience the duality of pleasure and mourning. Even when Tran writes under formal constraint, like the crown of sonnets, these poems struggle and break and, in doing so, explore queer and transformative ways of wanting and being wanted.
"Wounds, here, are not ornamental. Tenderness, here, is as restless and resilient as pain. The poems refuse transformation, superficial resolutions. Instead, the language—unsparing, striking—attends to addiction and death with grace, awe. The emotional complexity is mirrored structurally: the lines waterfall and halt, a sonnet crown jolts awake the mind, sentences simmer with lyrical momentum. Eric Tran’s second book is heart-rich and deftly written—the poems will stay with you long after you finish reading it."
—Eduardo C. Corral, author of Guillotine
"'I resent no one / the instinct to run' writes Eric Tran in his brave and beautiful Mouth, Sugar, and Smoke. But this is a poet who never runs. In fact, he pushes deep into the raw center of desire, admitting 'I’ve wanted your picked-at / scab, your broken voice through a / morning-night call.' This is a book of lust and brokenness, of 'suffering as hot / and clean as a pistol's mouth.' Whether attending an autopsy as part of his profession, or taking care of a friend in a room of '[u]sed needles / like a fist / of Pixy Stix,' this is a speaker who never turns away. This is a poet who brings 'scalpel / baring down onto bone.'"
—Aaron Smith, author of The Book of Daniel