Archive for February, 2011
UPDATE PRESS RELEASE
Here is the complete interview I gave to Steve Thompson.
http://www.examiner.com/writing-in-philadelphia/interview-with-walt-trizna-author-of-new-moon-rising
UPDATE NEW MOON RISING
My readers,
My novel, New Moon Rising, is now available in paperback.
Enjoy the read.
Walt
http://www.melange-books.com/authors/walttrizna/triznanewmoonrising.html
PUBLISHED POEM
For some reason I have always had a fascination with Easter Island.
I’ve read about the island and became caught up with the struggles of two distinct populations and their undying need to build monuments. They decimated their forests to transport these magnificent structures.
I find it haunting that all this effort was going on while they had no idea that anyone else, outside their society, would see or appreciate this magnificent effort. Did they have the concept that there was more of the world?
I wrote a poem about these feeling which was published in 1975. The poem was published in the anthology, Best Poets of the 20th Century (another magnificent title and an awesome stretch), by Winston – Paramount Books, edited by B. Winston – Paramount.
EASTER ISLAND
Constructing sightless eyes no
one will see
They toil;
Probing rock with human fingers
They grope;
One – minded their effort approaches
uniqueness,
Years past witness human fingers to
dust,
Monuments remain to visit their labor;
Solemn stone faces looking out,
Pumice minds knowing an age of men
Possessing greatness long gone –
Deaf ears formed with stone axes,
Blood and sweat transformed
To monumental greatness;
Waiting on Easter Island.
UPDATE PRESS RELEASE
My good friend and fellow writer, Steve Thompson, wrote this article for the Philadelphia Examiner.
http://www.examiner.com/writing-in-philadelphia/new-moon-rising-on-sale-as-ebook
PUBLISHED POEM
Here is another poem from my distant past. It was published in 1974. The title of the anthology was, Quality American Poetry Book II, again quit a stretch. The publisher was Valley Publications edited by William Lloyd Griffin.
CLOUDS
I reach for clouds
High, ever so high do I soar,
Clutching – grasping – then tumbling back.
Clouds are but wisps of vapor,
Phantoms in the sky,
Who can touch a cloud?
I try – fail – then try again;
At times mind joins clouds – soaring,
While I stay behind exposed to the cold – stumbling.
One day mind and soul shall soar skyward
And beyond;
Leaving behind a shell – falling,
Never again to rise,
And reach for a cloud.
A PERSONAL ROAD TO WRITING, SEATTLE EXAMINER
I recently wrote an article, A Personal Road to Writing, on what it takes to be a writer and my own personal experience in the profession for Jennifer Conner. She is the publisher of Books to Go now which has accepted two of my stories. She also writes a column for the Seattle Examiner.
Here’s a link to the article.
http://www.examiner.com/writing-careers-in-seattle/a-personal-road-to-writing-by-walt-trizna
UPDATE – MELANGE BOOKS
This is an interview I did with Melange Books. It will show you where I was and where I’m going.
Enjoy,
Walt
UPDATE BOOKS TO GO NOW
GREAT NEWS
My story, Martian Rebirth, is now up for sale. It is an ebook, so if you have a Nook or Kindle, go to Books to Go now and enjoy the read. You can also download this story to your computer.
PUBLISHED POEM
I offer to you another old poem published in 1974. It was published by New Dawn Publications in their anthology, At Heaven’s Gate, edited by Noel Alvin Gardner.
WHAT IS DEATH?
One journeys through life stumbling – blind,
Never knowing what he may find;
He seeks for himself a place in the sun,
But much to his sorrow often finds none.
He asks himself what life is about,
What will happen when his flame flickers out?
Will he have the courage to face the day – –
The day he knows he must go his way,
And leave the world behind?
What will he find?
Will he miss the life he had here on earth?
For then he will know what his life was worth,
Is death really the end of living,
Or for some, is it just the beginning?
As a writer gaining age, I sometimes cringe at my poems and want to change them before I present them to you, but I resist. What you see is what was published.
I’ll have a few more poetic entries to make, and then I’ll have to produce new stuff to keep your attention.
PUBLISHED POEM
In 1974 I published a few poems in different anthologies. This is a very early poem, which I think, shows. Some of the titles of the anthologies were quite a stretch.
This poem was published in the anthology, Notable American Poets, edited by Linda Nash.
SUNSET
I stand here looking into the west,
At the time of day I can stop and
rest,
When the day slows down its hectic
pace,
When peace and tranquility the
world does embrace,
I face the sunset.
The sky is aflame with orange and
red,
It makes one pause and lift up his
head,
Stare up into the golden sky,
Gaze with awe, and say with a sigh,
Thank You for the sunset.
But soon night will blacken the sky,
And sunset’s beauty bids the earth
good-bye,
So now I wait until tomorrow,
When once again I can lose my sorrow
And look to the sunset.
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