Edward Nudelman's Blog, page 2
April 20, 2012
Another Book Review and Interview by Indie Awards
Indie Awards interviewed me as runnerup in Poetry Book of the Year contest. You can find it here: interview
Here's a link to the Indie Book review by Serena Augusto-Cox: Indie Review
Here's a link to the Indie Book review by Serena Augusto-Cox: Indie Review
Published on April 20, 2012 09:55
April 12, 2012
April 11, 2012
Our Rare Book Catalog
Catalog: Rare and unusual children's books, fine bindings, English and America Literature, 1890s & Press Books, Autograph Letters, Pre-Raphaelite and Victorian Illustrators and much more. Here is the direct link at our website: click here
Published on April 11, 2012 17:58
April 2, 2012
My Book Second Place in Indie Awards Book of the Year
I'm elated to announce that my second book, "What Looks Like an Elephant," Lummox Press, 2011 was just voted runnerup in the Poetry Category for Book of the Year in 2011. Here's the link: Indie Lit Awards
Published on April 02, 2012 14:28
February 4, 2012
New Rules For Tipping at the Airport Hilton
Tip the guy opening the door because he doesn't wear a hat.
Tip the beautiful woman waiting with you at the elevator
because she found your wallet beside the pool.
Tip her again because she gave you three children and still
accompanies you on weekend excursions to airport hotels.
Tip the boy who brought champagne to the wrong room.
Tip the bed sheets for no signs of lice or bed bugs.
Tip the thickness of the walls, airtight windows, non-belching
pipes and all the angels who watched over you last night
preventing weird or repetitive noises from coming your way.
Tip the concierge because that's what you do.
Tip the eggs benedict that turned over and dripped down
onto your fork and tip the bacon who died that you might live.
Tip the sky, blue as a balloon, because it is sky, and not a roof
over a roof over a roof, and that it leads you up and out of this place.
Tip the beautiful woman waiting with you at the elevator
because she found your wallet beside the pool.
Tip her again because she gave you three children and still
accompanies you on weekend excursions to airport hotels.
Tip the boy who brought champagne to the wrong room.
Tip the bed sheets for no signs of lice or bed bugs.
Tip the thickness of the walls, airtight windows, non-belching
pipes and all the angels who watched over you last night
preventing weird or repetitive noises from coming your way.
Tip the concierge because that's what you do.
Tip the eggs benedict that turned over and dripped down
onto your fork and tip the bacon who died that you might live.
Tip the sky, blue as a balloon, because it is sky, and not a roof
over a roof over a roof, and that it leads you up and out of this place.
Published on February 04, 2012 10:54
January 30, 2012
My poem First Place in Goodreads Poetry Contest
I have just been notified that my poem, "Signs of Impermanence" has won the Goodreads Poetry Contest for February. It will appear in the next official Goodreads newsletter going out to 5 million subscribers. I will post the link when it is out.
Published on January 30, 2012 11:34
January 7, 2012
Finalist for "Best Book Award"
My book, "What Looks Like an Elephant" has been shortlisted for "Best Poetry Book of 2011" by the Independent Literary Awards: one of five finalists, with the winner chosen by a panel of judges in mid-March. Click here: Indie Awards
Published on January 07, 2012 12:00
November 3, 2011
Finalist in Poetry Competition
So happy to hear today that my poem was selected as a finalist in the Aesthetica Magazine Creative Works Competition. The poem will be anthologized and is still in the running for the competition with the winner to be announced upon publication in December, 2011. Aesthetica is a hip British/US Journal with over 60,000 readership. Click here: Aesthetica
Published on November 03, 2011 13:00
October 7, 2011
Unfastened
.
Autumn wind, its pummel, barreling down streets,
carrying me. Leaves battling to hang on like small
children being led to bed, never unclenching.
What is there before them but uncertainty?
Are we that different, not willing to stay young?
In the early morning mixture of calm and rustle
I awaken alert to the unreal, piqued for the unnatural.
Something simple grows more significant, unseats
moorings, rips off hinges creaky from underuse.
Into amber wind, unreleasable numinous stream,
fly my seven soaring senses. Looking down, if only
to find where I once lived, little house, gray
shingles, so many closed windows.
.
Autumn wind, its pummel, barreling down streets,
carrying me. Leaves battling to hang on like small
children being led to bed, never unclenching.
What is there before them but uncertainty?
Are we that different, not willing to stay young?
In the early morning mixture of calm and rustle
I awaken alert to the unreal, piqued for the unnatural.
Something simple grows more significant, unseats
moorings, rips off hinges creaky from underuse.
Into amber wind, unreleasable numinous stream,
fly my seven soaring senses. Looking down, if only
to find where I once lived, little house, gray
shingles, so many closed windows.
.
Published on October 07, 2011 08:18
October 4, 2011
Recent Poem Acceptances
Chiron Review-- September, 2011
Valpareiso Review-- October, 2011
Cortland Review-- December, 2011
Evergreen Review-- Next Issue (early 2012)
Valpareiso Review-- October, 2011
Cortland Review-- December, 2011
Evergreen Review-- Next Issue (early 2012)
Published on October 04, 2011 18:00


