Anne Cammon Fiero

Anne Fiero is a poet, writer and radio producer. She has performed at Cornelia Street Cafe, Bowery Poetry Club, KGB Bar, Nuyorican Poets Cafe, The Soho Playhouse, American Theatre of Actors and more. Her writing has been published in Anderbo, The Quarterly Conversation, Switched-On Gutenberg, White Fungus, KGB Magazine, and others. Her articles and reviews have appeared in periodicals internationally, including Fly Global Music Culture, Eleventh Transmission and The Hindustan Times. She is currently pursuing a MFA in Poetry at Columbia School of the Arts.

She was selected as an Editor’s Choice on PoetryMagazine.com, the featured poet on Women of Note on WKZE 98.1 FM Connecticut and produced on the poetry music CD Beauty Keeps Laying Its Sharp Knife Against Me.  Her poetry has been adapted into artsong by composer David Morneau and translated into Spanish by Gabriel Amor and Valerie Mejer. She has worked with a wide range of musicians including Lisle Ellis, Bob Feldman, Roger Lipson, Eric Fraser, Sameer Gupta and more.

Anne curates a literary edition of the weekend radio show Studio A on WKCR FM New York, featuring contemporary works of poetry, fiction and new music in a choreographed, experimental format that transforms the written and spoken word into engaging cultural programming. She also interviews writers, composers, directors and artists for the same program. Her guests range from Academy Award and Pulitzer Prize Winners to little-known, underground artists. She also dabbles in classical music announcing as a host of Saturday Night at the Opera.

"A style like This American Life with a gritty, literary tone. 

We’re not talking about frou-frou writers in berets smoking cloves here, either, we’re talking about serious professionals and denizens of the underground.

Love it."          

                                                                                                                                                 -Fred Greenhalgh, Finalrune Productions

"In these spartan, acoustic meditations each gesture happens in its own envelope of light, each word falls on the air like a drop of honey or rain. Strands of words erupt ...like 'leaves on branches that appeared dead,' creating strikingly cinematic pieces..."

                                                                                                                                 -JoAnne McFarland, BigCityLIt