Angie Macri was born and raised in southern Illinois, where her mother’s family has lived for more than two centuries. After studying at the University of Arkansas, she has worked in Arkansas as a technical writer and educator. An Arkansas Arts Council fellow, she lives in Hot Springs.

Books by Angie Macri:

Other poems on the web by Angie Macri:
Two poems
Five poems
Five poems
Three poems
"Name and Order"
"Peony Run"

Angie Macri's Website.

About Underwater Panther:

"Angie Macri knows the grip of past and place. She knows how “We can’t help what the stars / say we’ll be,” and the alchemy that makes us who we are. She’s a myth-maker, a truth-teller, and a raiser of the dead — all through language both lucid and strange. Underwater Panther is a terrific book."
—Katrina Vandenberg

"The poems in Angie Macri’s gorgeous debut collection Underwater Panther have at their center landscape and place, exploring and excavating the neglected geographies of the Mississippi River and the communities that settled along its sandy banks. The poems seamlessly blend mythology with history to create a new kind of pastoral, part elegy, part ode, and all heart. These poems will wear you smooth as a riverbed rock in the timelessness of our impermanence."
—tacey Lynn Brown

"The poems in Underwater Panther by Angie Macri are exemplary. A treasure exists in every line beautifully crafted by a talented poet who knows and loves a place. The poetry is an homage to the Mississippi River and the land and people it has touched and shaped, their stories rich with detail, human passion, grief and celebration. The voice of the book is mature yet abounds with wonder and imagination. Macri’s vocabulary is inventive, accurate, and lyrical in its composition. Each rereading will be like the first, fresh and new with stunning and touching poetry."
—Pattiann Rogers

"In lush lines dense with imagery, Underwater Panther offers a journey through Little Egypt, a section of southern Illinois, as seen through the eyes of an inquisitive “dark-eyed girl.” There is elegy here for the “fathers who never seem to speak” and the mothers always trying to spare their children from inevitable suffering. There is elegy, too, for the land itself as the speaker acknowledges that the power held in the land, in the coal and in the river’s currents, like the myth of the underwater panther, might be contained, but never tamed."
—Sandy Longhorn