My children’s fiction books listed below are available at www.amazon.com except as noted:
--Flood on the Rio Teche (May 10, 2008)
--Sophie's Sojourn in Persia
--Kajun Kween
--Martin's Quest
--The Cajun Express (Border Press, PO Box 3124, Sewanee, TN 37375)
My adult nonfiction books include:
--Iran in a Persian Market (out of print)
--Their Adventurous Will (out of print)
--Live Oak Gardens
--Treasures of Avery Island
My poetry chapbooks listed below are available directly from Border Press, PO Box 3124, Sewanee, TN 37375 or at www.theborderpress.net:
--Afternoon in Oaxaca (Las Poesias)
--The Book of Uncommon Poetry
--Counterpoint
--Soaring
--More Crows
--Just Passing Through
--Moment Seized
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
List of My Books
Grandma's "Good War" now available!
Grandma’s “Good War” is now available from www.amazon.com, www.createspace.com, or Border Press, PO Box 3124, Sewanee, TN 37375 ($13.37 including SH & taxes)! Readers from DC to CA have purchased it and the reviews are good. The poems especially resonate with those who grew up during WWII. If you haven’t purchased yet, now is the time.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Our Daily Nahn
OUR DAILY NAHN
At dawn brown boys, bare chested, emerge,
their cotton pajama pants loosely strung,
cross the djube facing my Melli Rah home,
pitch yellow bricks to one another
and straddle a bed of mortar,
building Persia again.
In the distance gas flares sputter,
tall wicks inflamed by the snarling wind,
Farsi cries run together in racking sound,
shawls and dark beards beg in the bazaar,
chadors flowing down 24 Metre Street.
Men come down from rooftops,
asleep to their prayers, bowing to Mecca,
await the flat wheel of bread,
the host slowly peeled, hot and flaky,
gifts from mud ovens on cobbled streets,
chanting haly mamnum -- for nahn --
fragrant and abiding.
Poem in FARDA, THE NIGHTINGALES WILL SING
by Diane Moore -- to appear in winter, 2008.
At dawn brown boys, bare chested, emerge,
their cotton pajama pants loosely strung,
cross the djube facing my Melli Rah home,
pitch yellow bricks to one another
and straddle a bed of mortar,
building Persia again.
In the distance gas flares sputter,
tall wicks inflamed by the snarling wind,
Farsi cries run together in racking sound,
shawls and dark beards beg in the bazaar,
chadors flowing down 24 Metre Street.
Men come down from rooftops,
asleep to their prayers, bowing to Mecca,
await the flat wheel of bread,
the host slowly peeled, hot and flaky,
gifts from mud ovens on cobbled streets,
chanting haly mamnum -- for nahn --
fragrant and abiding.
Poem in FARDA, THE NIGHTINGALES WILL SING
by Diane Moore -- to appear in winter, 2008.
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