Jeri Theriault's chapbook In the Museum of Surrender won the 2013 Encircle Publications chapbook contest. She has also written the chapbooks Catholic (Pudding House, 2002) and Corn Dance (Nightshade Press, 1994). Her poems have appeared widely in journals and anthologies, including Paterson Literary Review, Beloit Poetry Journal, Rattle, The Atlanta Review, Orpheus and Company, Contemporary Poems on Greek Mythology, French Connections: An Anthology of Poetry by Franco-Americans, and The Return of Kral Majales, Prague's International Literary Renaissance 1990-2010. A Fulbright recipient (1998-99) and Pushcart Prize nominee (2006 and 2013), Jeri holds an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts. Her teaching career included six years as English department chair at the International School of Prague. She lives in South Portland, Maine, and is married to the composer Philip Carlsen.

Books by Jeri Theriault:

Other poems on the web by Jeri Theriault:
"Invitation"
"free-write"

Jeri Theriault's Website.

About Radost, my red:

"Jeri Theriault's new collection Radost, my red (Moon Pie Press, 2016) embodies 'being alive in a world of suffering and mystery and beauty.' There are broken places that reach 'deep/into the dark,' but there is also whimsy – Cinderella in a glass dress, Galatea making a fast escape. The poet explores desire and dream, loss and love, with a lively cast of female characters – aunts and a grandmother, a beloved teacher, Aphrodite and Barbie, Mrs. Robinson and Daphne. A love of language and a courageous resilience shine through these poems."
—Christopher Bursk

"Of the many pleasures in Jeri Theriault's Radost, my red, perhaps the one I treasure most is her sense of language. That element we use and misuse every day is reinvigorated in these poems, its beauty renewed and made palpable, as when she speaks of how the word banish 'swishes like a skirt, its near-hiss a broom/whisking out the door.' Her English draws into its wide musical range the sounds of Eastern Europe, and the tonalities of her French Catholic childhood. In Theriault's deft hands—or ears—this language once again makes us human, becomes a marvelous lens through which to view our humanity. She sees into the ironies and complexities of our cultural narratives, shows us afresh 'the stews and steeps of seasons,' and takes us to those rich mysteries that deepen and enlarge our lives."
—Betsy Sholl