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I’ve Been Keeping a Secret, But It’s Out Now….

Last year, a poet I interviewed for 32 Poems, H.L. Hix, asked if I would contribute to his blog about objects that are made priceless by how and why they are received/given for his blog project at IN QUIRE.  He published my little “object lesson” in 2011.  I know that some of you may have read it already, but the secret I’ve kept is that H.L. Hix had told me that he had hoped to create a book out of these lessons.  I wasn’t hopeful because it includes something I wrote, and I thought who the heck would want to read that.  But now, I’m coming clean.  The secret and the book are out!

Something I wrote in tribute to my nana (Aune Mullen — 1915-1998) has been published in a book, Made Priceless: A Few Things Money Can’t Buy.

I hope that you will buy this book to support not only this blog and my writing, but also the charities to which H.L. Hix will contribute.

I cannot begin to tell you what this publication means to me and how I feel it honors nana’s memory.  It is more than I could have ever dreamed of or asked for in my lifetime.  I’m glad that it has arrived in my home.  I hope to buy a few copies for my parents and aunts.  I urge you all to do the same because not only is this book important to me and the memories I’ve shared, but to all the other contributors.

Thanks to all of you who continue to support the blog, my writing, and everything I try to accomplish here.

***Updated at 11:40 AM***

If you want a signed copy, you can send a payment to my paypal account savvyverseandwit AT gmail DOT com and I can send you one.

I can get a discount as a contributor from the publisher, so it would $17 with shipping for those of you who are interested!

Gatekeepers Post Interviews Me . . .

I’m glad I had the opportunity to answer the interview questions I received from The Gatekeepers Post even though I was in the midst of moving and just learning how best to care for my new daughter.  The online publication offers a number of videos, interviews, and more.  I’m glad I was given an opportunity to discuss National Poetry Month and the blog tour.

Check out my interview.

Books I Love . . .

If you’re not a regular reader of Book Chick City, you may have missed my guest post about the books I love.  My guest post appeared on March 29, and I’ve finally got around to telling you. 🙂

I’ve included an eclectic list of books for her readers and you, though some of you will recognize some old favorites I’ve mentioned here before.

Please go check out my post.

When I guest post at The 3 R’s Blog…

I’ve already announced our good news about the coming baby girl to our family, and when Florinda at The 3 R’s Blog asked for guest posts to cover her recovery from surgery.

I jumped at the chance to share my good news with a wider audience, and of course to solicit book recommendations from her readers.

I hope you’ll stop by her blog today and check out my guest post, A Year of Change & Poetry.  Don’t forget to leave comments; I’ll be watching… 🙂

FreeVerse: Copper Peaches by Serena M. Agusto-Cox

Every Wednesday, Ooh. . .Books! hosts FreeVerse where participants share their favorite poems with readers.  Thanks to Cara for hosting FreeVerse.

Today, I thought I would share a poem I had published many years ago in Beginnings Magazine

Copper Peaches

Slipped through my fingers,
brown without rainbow dye,
they are brittle and become dust in hand.

An empty peach hourglass.

The chill was sharper than
an ax on a grinding wheel.
Sunlight seeped through cracks,
set these dead leaves afire.

Dark green canopies shelter my way-
deeper behind the farmhouse.
Sunlight sparkles on wrinkled foil,
Caesar’s victory crown, still
untouched.
The blustery wind blows,
dries their skin,
stings my lungs.
They sway clumsily in the draft,
so weighted, they fall.
Ballerinas in Swan Lake
skate across glazed ice
lighter than parchment, but
heavier than air.
Rest upon the ground
bruised from impact and careless trampling
Swiss cheese foil
bronzed and useless for wrapping.

I’ve walked down this wooded way
lined with pine guards armed with sharp needles.
Carelessly treading on crisp rice
echoing pain in the shade.

What do you think?  Have you shared a poem with your readers today?