Island of Me

I am posting this poem to my blog because I do not want it published mainstream; however, I do not mind sharing with the drips of people who come in here.   

Island of Me

 By Leah Zanzucchi                                                                           

What if life was an island of me?

I could go about with no emotion

Like a plant or a tree

Freedom from humanity

Budgies could sit

On me

A food source for vegetarians that my pollen

They would spread

And if I was chopped down or attacked in vain

Mama earth would reverberate the pain

It might storm more

Volcanos would erupt

But I’d only be a third person particle of it all

On The Write On Event

Oceanside’s Civic Center Library Write On Event July 28^th was worth the visit.  I came for the panel of writers who came to discuss the marketing of one’s writing through self-publishing.  I came early and got to ask my own questions ahead of time to the two panelists sitting in the Community Room, Nancy O’Neill and Bruce Fischer.   The panel consisted of the Principal Librarian Monica Chapa-Domercq directing questions from her podium to the panelists, Bruce Fischer, Nancy O’Neill, Thronton Sully, and Tom Morrow.  They all self-published at least one book; however, Bruce Fischer is currently working as a publisher.  Though most of the information presented I had already read in my research in How to Publish Your Poetry: a complete guide to finding the right publisher for your work by Helene Ciaravino and 2012 Writer’s Market it was good to hear it discussed and know about the system from those involved in it. Most of the tables outside were run by self-published authors selling their work.  I got a lot out of this event.  The only change I’ll make for next year is make simple business cards to pass out with a link to my blog.  I considered it, but I was very busy with other obligations.      

From an Entertaining JF Series

There is this book that I discovered which happens to be in a series called Dragon Breath by Ursula Vernon.  It is juvenile fiction.  It is the adventures of two friend iguanas named Wendell and Danny.  The first book I checked out at the library is titled Dragon Breath: Lair of the Bat Monster.  In one scene Danny who happens to be in a Mexican jungle and is being chased by a giant snake, Danny thinks “Maybe it wasn’t a person after all. Maybe it was a primitive animal snake.” (148)  --I like this idea—the idea that any animal can be civil due to different environment meanwhile there are still primitive animals out there somewhere.