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New Book of Poems: Crater & Tower

Duck Lake Books is publishing tomorrow a wonderful new book by Cheryl J. Fish, Crater & Tower.

In 2010, Fish attended the Pulse Gathering of Scientists at Mount St. Helen’s Volcanic National Monument where in 1980 the crater erupted blowing more than 1,000 feetfrom the mountain top.

This accomplished poet and scholar, having witnessed the terrifying events of September 11, 2001 from a few blocks away as a resident and professor at a nearby community college, melded the “smoke and ash at both places, fragments of bone and rock,shock and death” (1) into the poems in Crater & Tower.

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Below are links to this book:

https://www.amazon.in/Crater-

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Author Stuff

I am spending a lot of time in pre–publishing author stuff, like writing bios, getting endorsement blurbs, looking at cover designs. I’m happy to have the opportunity to publish, but miss my creative time.  Does anyone have the same experience?

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Zoom Poetry Reading

In conjunction with the Emily Dickinson Museum and the Florence Poets Society, I will be doing a reading, with several other poets, from recent work and my new book, Touch My Head Softly (Finishing Line Press, 2021) on Thursday, May 7 at 6:30 pm. If you are interested in attending, send me a message and I will send you the link.three books stacked
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Salt

I grew up on a bay with salt.

I always had a salty taste on my lips

and as soon as I approached home,

I smelled it in the air.

The salt dried out the skin and

you needed extra moisturizer  after swimming.

We didn’t have salt in the sugar bowl

but we had rice in the salt shaker

to keep the salt flowing in the humidity.

 

Anyone else grow up on a bay?

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A Seguidilla Poem

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i img_0210posted this Seguidilla, a Spanish seven line syllabic poem with the syllable counts. Someone suggested I post it without the syllable counts, so here it is:

Renewal 

Two oak trees bare their branches

Fractured by moon bright

ice on a lakefront ripples

Clouds capture the light

With glittering gem

Leafless solitary stems

I wander alone

Has anyone else tried this form?