Link to the Emily Dickinson Reading May 7 at 6:30 pm EST

The Emily Dickinson Museum will be sponsoring a poetry reading on Thursday, May 7 at 6:30 pm Eastern Standard Time.  Here’s a link to the Television Station:

 

https://amherstmedia.org/channel/15/schedule

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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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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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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?

Rudyard Kipling on Isolation

“We’re all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.”
― Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed

Is anyone feeling isolated in this Corona Virus precautions environment?IMG_9518

 

Costa Rican Sun and Poetry

DSCN6766I am here in Costa Rica again.  The words of the Nicaraguan poet, Ruben Dario comes to mind:

Now is come the month of roses!
To the woods my verse has flown
Gathering fragrance and honey
From the blossoms newly blown.

I am grateful for the opportunity and hope to write some good poetry here.  What do you do for inspiration?

 

From the Nicaraguan Poet Francisco de Asis Fernandez

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Anunque el cuerpo se marchite

 

Hay un misterio que sobrepasa mi llanto y mi sobriedad.

¿Qué esconden las tinieblas? ¿Qué disrazan las sombras?

Cuando era niño lloraba

No entendia la noche

Que tiene un dulce aroma de tierra pisada por las pajaros,

Y ahora no entiendo la muerte,

Aunque sepa que es cuando la luz se abre en el infinito

Y los ojos dejan de llorar.

 

Although the body may fade

 

There is a mystery greater than my weeping and my sorrow.

What does darkness hide, what do shadows disguise?

When I was a boy I used to cry.

I did not understand night

With its sweet aroma of earth softly trodden by birds,

and now I do not understand death,

although I am aware that it is when light opens to infinity

and eyes cease weeping.