Morri Creech was born in Moncks Corner, South Carolina, USA, in 1970 and was educated at Winthrop University and McNeese State University. He is the author of two previous collections of poetry, Paper Cathedrals (Kent State University Press, 2001) and Field Knowledge (Waywiser, 2006), which received the Anthony Hecht Poetry prize and was nominated for both the Los Angeles Times Book Award and the Poet’s Prize. A recipient of NEA and Ruth Lilly Fellowships, as well as grants from the North Carolina and Louisana Arts councils, he is the Writer in Residence at Queens University of Charlotte, where he teaches courses in both the undergraduate creative writing program and in the low residency M.F.A. program. He lives in Charlotte, North Carolina with his wife and two children.

Other poems by Morri Creech in Verse Daily:
February 12, 2007:   "Last Days of Orpheus" "As for the songs, he still remembered them..."
September 21, 2004:  "The Wife of Job" "Well, now, I never heard the whirlwind speak..."
September 1, 2002:  "Landscape of Heaven" "Like coarse flame consuming the garden..."

Books by Morri Creech:

Other poems on the web by Morri Creech:
"The Trouble"
"The Canto of Ulysses"
"Cold Pastoral"
"The Last Days Of Orpheus"

Morri Creech's Website.

About The Sleep of Reason:

"It’s a rare thing in this day and age to encounter a poet unafraid to think out loud and, moreover, one who possesses the lyric gifts and intellectual savvy to translate those thoughts into the material realities of everyday life. Formal and mimetic, elegiac and acerbic, equally at home with a painting from the Dutch Golden Age and the circus sprawl of popular culture, The Sleep of Reason is as accomplished and intrepid a book of poems as one is likely to find."
—Sherod Santos

"Situations in these poems are "ordinary," a man, say, at the start of a day, looking in a mirror, looking out a window, carrying out the trash, having a job, having a family, having a self, and wondering how it is doing, wondering what his future and his past and this day are; and writing about these things in beautiful expressive lines of verse, faithful measured lines with their varied subtle pressures and subtle cadences, responsive to the variety of pressures and cadences of the thoughts and feelings of the life being lived."
—David Ferry