Priya Keefe entered life through the door of the Pike Place Market. She has performed experiments combining soul-numbing corporate work and Motown music and lived one summer on unemployment checks and the breath of baby birds.
Keefe’s poetry has appeared on a Dublin lamppost and in Seattle buses. It is floating around the internet at Hoot, CounterPunch, The Nervous Breakdown, and elsewhere. Performances include the Bumbershoot festival, Bart Baxter Poetry in Performance, and Band of Poets.
Her book, Pangea’s Daughter, was an Emergency Press contest finalist, but is still looking for a home.