SOMETHING SOLID TO ANCHOR TO
It's official-I"M CRAZY! I just published the novel HIDING EZRA--something I've worked on off and on for over 15 years. Then I got the bright idea that since I had written quite a few poems and would be busy promoting and doing readings from the novel, why not just do a book of poetry at the same time?! Not a smart move-I'm sort of overwhelmed, and pre-sales of the poetry book, SOMETHING SOLID TO ANCHOR TO from Finishing Line Press, aren't going that well. I may end up with a giant EGG on my face on this one. Oh well.
But just in case there are any poetry lovers among my GOODREADS friends, I wanted you to know about it. Here's a little sample. Since APPALACHIAN JOURNAL isn't available online, I thought I'd share the poem that's in the current issue with you. It's a true story--that I have a memory of being a toddler lying in my crib and watching the sun rise--that people have told me can't be true, that it isn't possible to remember things from that time in your life. But people insist lots of things are fact that I am positive are not. So there you go.
This poem and other impossible tales are in SOMETHING SOLID TO ANCHOR TO, available for preorder at Finishing Line Press.com -click Preorder Forthcoming Titles and scroll down alphabetically to my name...Thanks for your interest!
FIRST MEMORY
People never believe me
When I tell them I recall
Waking in my crib, lying watchful
While my parents dozed.
I slept there until I was two
In front of the window in their bedroom.
I remember watching the sun rise
Amazed, lazy in my warm nest,
Only the sound of breathing,
Blood rush pulsing and the words yes and yes.
Just as now I feel no need
To summon others at the moment
The miraculous occurs,
I couldn’t tell my parents then or later
That I saw God and angels and clouds
That became beliefs, most of all,
That silence was now
A cloak I would inhabit,
Walk around inside
Wearing it as beautiful silk
All my days.
But just in case there are any poetry lovers among my GOODREADS friends, I wanted you to know about it. Here's a little sample. Since APPALACHIAN JOURNAL isn't available online, I thought I'd share the poem that's in the current issue with you. It's a true story--that I have a memory of being a toddler lying in my crib and watching the sun rise--that people have told me can't be true, that it isn't possible to remember things from that time in your life. But people insist lots of things are fact that I am positive are not. So there you go.
This poem and other impossible tales are in SOMETHING SOLID TO ANCHOR TO, available for preorder at Finishing Line Press.com -click Preorder Forthcoming Titles and scroll down alphabetically to my name...Thanks for your interest!
FIRST MEMORY
People never believe me
When I tell them I recall
Waking in my crib, lying watchful
While my parents dozed.
I slept there until I was two
In front of the window in their bedroom.
I remember watching the sun rise
Amazed, lazy in my warm nest,
Only the sound of breathing,
Blood rush pulsing and the words yes and yes.
Just as now I feel no need
To summon others at the moment
The miraculous occurs,
I couldn’t tell my parents then or later
That I saw God and angels and clouds
That became beliefs, most of all,
That silence was now
A cloak I would inhabit,
Walk around inside
Wearing it as beautiful silk
All my days.
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May 01, 2014 06:51PM
I should have included my website in the blogpost--you can read samples from my full-length collection HER SECRET DREAM, which won the Appalachian Writer's Assoc. Poetry Book of the Year award, as well as the new book at my website www.ritasimsquillen.com.
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Oh well, if SOMETHING SOLID TO ANCHOR TO doesn't make it out of the gate right now, I'll try again later. I'm determined not to die and leave behind good unpublished manuscripts like my friend Lou Crabtree did. That is truly sad.
