Book Release November 1.
The full text and some pictures appear on my substack publication at https://rayzimmerman.substack.com/p/i....
Personal Appearances
I have finished a zine titled Spirit Birds and sent it to a local publisher for consideration. The zine includes poetry and prose pieces about Sandhill Cranes. If accepted, it will dovetail nicely with the release of my poetry collection, It’s Just a Phase.
My new poetry collection will launch at Clear Story Arts here in Chattanooga on November 1 thanks to Walnut Street Publishing. The printer has received the final copy and the presale will begin soon.
On October 19, I will have a poetry reading at Reve Coffee and Books in Hixson, Tennessee at 2:00 PM. I will read from Healing and Conflict and We Are Water, my two self-published poetry and color photography books. I will also read a few poems from It’s Just a Phase and presale information will be available.
At 6:30 on October 19, I will present my storytelling show at Audubon Acres. Information is available on the Chattanooga Audubon Society website.
Road Trip
On February 22, I will have a book signing at the Crazy Book Lady in Acworth, Georgia from noon until 4 PM. Copies of It’s Just a Phase will be available for purchase.
I will look for other reading and signing opportunities over the coming months.
The new book includes old and new poems. This one appeared in a DIY chapbook and was published as a limited edition poster. Some friends say it is their favorite, so I think it can stand up to wider circulation
Walking the Labyrinth
October 2013
The path of the soul is not linear.
It spirals like the turns of this maze,
outlined with bricks on their sides.
Like time, it circles back
passes by starting points.
I turn left, one hundred eighty degrees.
It's not exactly the way I came, this path
to the center, where there is no Minotaur.
My dragons are all in my heart,
slain or otherwise.
The first wall outlines a square
which no paths cross.
Is this square sacred ground,
reserved for shaman, priestess,
and holy man?
If I stepped inside where
no tracks appear, would I
transport to another place or time,
reappear burned to ash
by sacred Geometry?
A friend asked a transit driver
in Nashville's less sacred geometry,
Is this my stop? Her simple reply,
“Either sit back down or get off the bus.”
Personal Appearances
I have finished a zine titled Spirit Birds and sent it to a local publisher for consideration. The zine includes poetry and prose pieces about Sandhill Cranes. If accepted, it will dovetail nicely with the release of my poetry collection, It’s Just a Phase.
My new poetry collection will launch at Clear Story Arts here in Chattanooga on November 1 thanks to Walnut Street Publishing. The printer has received the final copy and the presale will begin soon.
On October 19, I will have a poetry reading at Reve Coffee and Books in Hixson, Tennessee at 2:00 PM. I will read from Healing and Conflict and We Are Water, my two self-published poetry and color photography books. I will also read a few poems from It’s Just a Phase and presale information will be available.
At 6:30 on October 19, I will present my storytelling show at Audubon Acres. Information is available on the Chattanooga Audubon Society website.
Road Trip
On February 22, I will have a book signing at the Crazy Book Lady in Acworth, Georgia from noon until 4 PM. Copies of It’s Just a Phase will be available for purchase.
I will look for other reading and signing opportunities over the coming months.
The new book includes old and new poems. This one appeared in a DIY chapbook and was published as a limited edition poster. Some friends say it is their favorite, so I think it can stand up to wider circulation
Walking the Labyrinth
October 2013
The path of the soul is not linear.
It spirals like the turns of this maze,
outlined with bricks on their sides.
Like time, it circles back
passes by starting points.
I turn left, one hundred eighty degrees.
It's not exactly the way I came, this path
to the center, where there is no Minotaur.
My dragons are all in my heart,
slain or otherwise.
The first wall outlines a square
which no paths cross.
Is this square sacred ground,
reserved for shaman, priestess,
and holy man?
If I stepped inside where
no tracks appear, would I
transport to another place or time,
reappear burned to ash
by sacred Geometry?
A friend asked a transit driver
in Nashville's less sacred geometry,
Is this my stop? Her simple reply,
“Either sit back down or get off the bus.”
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