THE ITEM ABOUT THE POETRY BOOK WAS AN ERROR. MY
APOLOGIES. .....EDITOR
----- Original Message -----
From: Laura Stamps
To: chtodel@gss.ucsb.edu
Sent: Friday, June 04, 2004 7:08
AM
Subject: New Poetry Book
New Poetry
Book!
CAT DAZE: NEW & SELECTED
POEMS by Laura Stamps
(60 pages, $5.00, free shipping
in the U.S.)
This special book, small enough
to tuck in a purse or pocket, contains a collection of cat poems by
award-winning poet and novelist Laura Stamps. The perfect gift
for cat owners and cat-loving friends and family! This
attractive little book was also a finalist in the 2004 Plan B Press Chapbook
Competition (Philadelphia, PA). You'll find more information about CAT
DAZE and other poetry books and novels by Laura Stamps at the Kittyfeather
Press web site (www.kittyfeatherpress.blogspot.com).
TO ORDER: Make $5.00
check or money order payable to LAURA STAMPS
MAIL TO: Laura Stamps,
Kittyfeather Press, P.O. Box 212534, Columbia, SC 29221-2534
Laura Stamps is an award-winning
novelist and poet. Over four hundred of her poems, short
stories, and poetry book reviews have appeared in literary journals,
magazines, and anthologies worldwide. She is the author of more than
twenty-five books of fiction and poetry. Her books are collected and
archived by the Poetry/Rare Books Collection of the University
Libraries at the State University of New York in Buffalo, New York, and the
Gandhi Library in England.
The title poem from the
book:
CAT DAZE (c) Laura
Stamps
The clouds
today
are swift chalk
strokes
skipping across the
faux
marble of a cerulean
sky,
and I am typing, when the
cat
that's always in
trouble
wobbles past me,
wearing
a square tissue
box
over her head,
weaving
in a world that is
suddenly
as murky as the
ebony
gloss of a
crow.
I twist the box from her
neck,
and she gallops
across
the hall, her
ears
swimming with the
slick
voice of
mischief.
Later, interrupted
again,
I turn toward an
odd
thumping behind my
chair,
where my youngest
cat
slumps in the
corner,
the tissue box
planted
on his head, while he
bangs
against the wall, a
prisoner
in a cardboard
cage
as opaque as the
petals
of a black
pansy.
I remove the box, and he
rolls
on the floor, a
pilgrim
happy to be free, as
relieved
as any of us when we
emerge
from our
wanderings
in the sunless
valley
to embrace the
glorious
leaf-shine of the
light.
--
Sam
Samuel Schuman
Chancellor
The University of Minnesota,
Morris
Morris, MN
56267
schumans@mrs.umn.edu
320-589-6020