Chera Hammons: Poet and Writer

"…a slow shutter on ambulation…"

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Updates!: Recognition for Recycled Explosions, Barnes & Noble Signing for Traveler’s Guide, etc.

Just some brief updates, friends!

A couple of days ago, I was notified by the Texas Institute of Letters that Recycled Explosions had been named a finalist in the 2017 Bob Bush Memorial Award for Best First Book of Poetry. Thank you to the folks at TIL for that honor!

I’ve also just finalized a signing for The Traveler’s Guide to Bomb City at the Barnes and Noble in Amarillo, TX. Come out and see me on February 18th at 2:00 p.m. Don’t worry– I’ll have plenty of copies for all! And if you can’t make it, you can always buy a copy here.

I probably ought to also mention that my poem “Shriven” will appear tomorrow at Rattle.com! I recorded the audio with a sore throat, but I think it still turned out okay. During part of the poem, I curse my dog. Please don’t think I ever actually treat my dog with anger. I don’t! But I had to sound angry / upset when I recorded the audio for the poem because my voice has a sort of sweet, nice quality to it, and in my early recordings, it didn’t sound like I meant it when I cursed. It sounded super cute. And anyway, the poem isn’t really about the dog, is it? Thank you once again to Tim Green for having my work in Rattle! Always one of my favorite sources of poetry.

Where I’ve Been

Hello, friends!

I know it’s been ages since I’ve posted, but I’ve got a good excuse, because as it turns out, I’ve been living with a misdiagnosed neurological condition for about 17 years or so, as near as we (myself & the doctors) are able to guess. I haven’t felt well for ages, have always had weird symptoms and sicknesses, but for the past year, my health has been exceptionally poor, and in a fit of desperation after dealing with 1. debilitating fatigue; 2. months of near-constant heart palpitations; 3. getting lost on the way home from work and driving the wrong way down an access road on which I drove every single day, I switched doctors. I felt that I would die if I didn’t find someone to help me soon, it had gotten so bad. The new doctor did not tell me I was imagining the symptoms or laugh at me when I said I was afraid because I couldn’t think anymore, as my old doctor did. Instead, she ran a plethora of tests– several lab visits with 8 to 14 vials of blood drawn each time– and in the end, we found out that I have Lyme disease. It’s like a cross between dementia, heart disease, arthritis, chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, meningitis, and anxiety disorder, among other conditions.

I’ve had increasing trouble reading and writing for the past 8 months, as it’s so difficult now for my brain to make connections, my eyes and head hurt, my hands hurt, and sometimes blocks of text just look like squiggles to me– my brain just won’t connect words to their meanings at times. I’m now being treated and hope to be back to my old self in 18 to 24 months (though I have to admit I don’t know who my “old self” might be, at this point). Anytime I feel relatively “clear,” I work like mad trying to get something meaningful done, but it’s only been recently– the last week or two– that I stopped feeling as if I were just quickly disappearing.

Other writers who have Lyme disease, that I know of, include Amy Tan and Meg Cabot. So there is some hope for me, that I still might be successful at reaching my writing goals.

In the meantime, during those months of fear and worry, Steve Schroeder of Purple Flag Press, whom I had met at a reading, solicited my current magnum opus (current because it is my intention to write more of them) manuscript The Traveler’s Guide to Bomb City, and I sent it to him, though I had it out at about 15 places at the time. Steve used to live in Amarillo, though now he lives in Chicago, and I ended up accepting his offer to publish at Purple Flag because I knew he would take care of the book and value it as I did. I knew I could trust him. That sort of regard from someone for what you create means even more when you are ill. And I’m glad Purple Flag released it, because it turned out exactly as I wanted. It even feels soft and lovely in your hands, inviting, the way a book should feel.

guide

This manuscript has been read and critiqued by many people, writers and friends I admire, and it has been revised, re-revised… Poems in the book have been published in many of the poetry reviews I love to read. This book began as my creative thesis at Goddard College and grew into something that really matters to me. It’s about my home– a place that doesn’t have a lot of poetry written about it. My husband tells me it’s like living for a year in Amarillo, which is nicknamed Bomb City because it is near the nation’s only active nuclear weapons assembly plant. To me, this book is about what we come to accept and why. When the esteemed A.G. Mojtabai called it “very, very good work,” I knew I didn’t have to worry about whether the book had done as I hoped it would do.

It was technically released on January 5th, but I’ve had trouble getting the energy to promote it, which has been frustrating.

Today I’ve managed to get it listed for sale through Paypal here.

I’m also doing a reading at Chalice Abbey Center for Spirituality and the Arts in Amarillo on January 28th at 6:00 p.m., and I’m reading again at the Scissortail Creative Writing Festival in Ada, OK, on Friday, April 7th. If you will be either of those places, you can buy a book from me in person.

I’ll try to post more as my energy picks up– and as always, I thank you, readers, for being here and for perusing my ramblings!

Visual Poetry, Recycled Explosions, and Scissortail

Readers, in honor of the upcoming release of my full-length poetry book Recycled Explosions from Ink Brush Press, I have been trying my hand at what I think is called “visual poetry.” I’m taking some of the more accessible, vivid poems in the manuscript and making videos out of them. I posted the first a couple of weeks ago; it uses my own photographs to illustrate my poem “After the Blood Moon.” Be sure to have your audio on when you play it.

I have eight total visual poems planned so far– two more are already completed but won’t be posted until closer to the book’s release sometime in the next several months. My husband Daniel Miller, truly a man of many talents, illustrated those two for me.

In other news, I received word today that I have been selected to perform at the Scissortail Creative Writing Festival this spring. If you’re attending, I would love to meet you!

Poetry on the Patio

I know I haven’t written a blog entry since February, but let’s pick up right where we left off– shall we? Like old friends. After the dismal failure of the poetry slam outing mentioned in an earlier post, my quest to enjoy and/or cultivate a more poetic atmosphere in my hometown seemed to be at a standstill. I couldn’t find any good outlets or any fellow poets or poetry appreciators anywhere. They seemed to all be hiding, scurrying about in the shadows at night like literate mice, leaving evidence of their existence tucked away in corners at the local library sales, where I would find their old marked-up poetry books and buy them for myself. Finally, in a burst of frustration, I told my husband, “What do I need to do to get some poetry going here? Stand on street corners and read Whitman through a bullhorn?” He indicated gently that doing so would be pretty extreme and suggested that I try to arrange something with the Amarillo Botanical Gardens instead. I know and like the director, whom I worked with at a previous employer’s, so I already had an “in.” I outlined an hour-long event at which I would pick 21 poems from classic and contemporary poets, aligned with a common theme. I intended for each poem to have a different reader, so I would need 21 volunteers from the community. When I approached Kevin, the director, with my ideas, he said it sounded like a good experiment, and then asked if I represented an organization. Things would have been much easier if I had. For example, I couldn’t get food donated without 501( c)(3) status, so I ended up bumming my mother-in-law’s Sam’s card to get veggie trays, cheese cubes, watermelon, and bottled water in bulk for the event. I also organized the event single-handedly, which took several weeks of constant work, all told.  It looked a bit scary there for a while. However, the graphic design, poem-picking, reader-asking, program-making, food-getting, etc. all somehow miraculously fell into place, and the event turned out to be really inspiring. I began with an introduction touching on why poetry is so important to us as people, then between each reader, I introduced the next reader and provided what I thought were cool little insights about the poems (for example, that Emily Dickinson’s work can be sung to the tune of “Amazing Grace”). I had no idea if the format would work, but it seemed to flow really well.

Poetry on the Patio Program

Poetry on the Patio Program – Click for Larger Size

As you can see from the program, I did not end up finding my 21 readers. Instead, I had 7 readers who read 3 poems each– but holy smokes, were they amazing! I started by asking my friends in the local art and theater communities to read, and they asked their friends. The readers made the event a big success. Whenever I’ve moderated readings in the past, I’ve been far too anxious to enjoy the readings themselves. This time– whether because of the beautiful summer evening setting, the apparent enjoyment of the audience, or just the way the readers carried me into the poems as a listener– I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I enjoyed myself so much that I feel like I threw the thing just for me– when really, I did it to try to feel out my community and get something going that many might appreciate. The botanical gardens has asked me to do four of these events per year now (one for each season), but alas! With working full time, I don’t see how I’d be able to do so without experiencing some sort of nervous breakdown. I will throw another one, though. Soon, I hope. Stay posted, Amarillo!

Poetry on the Patio setting

Poetry and flowers… Yay!

And fellow poets out there in isolation, if you would like tips on putting something like this together yourselves, please comment or email any questions. I would be more than happy to  help spread the poetry. Happy writing!

Moving right along…

Hello again, world!

I never realize how much time has passed since my last post until I remember that I have a blog (which happens almost never) and then go there and see the date of my last post. The passage of time does have the added bonus of giving me more material to write about,  though, right?

In news this, uh, year… I have some readings coming up in North Carolina! The first will be on March 14th at 11:00 a.m. at Durham Tech and will feature, besides Jeff Hardin and myself, readers from the …and love.. anthology. The second is also on March 14th and will occur at 7:00 p.m. at Flyleaf Books in Chapel Hill.  Jeff and I are the main event at that one. Books will be for sale as well. More info will be on the Flyleaf Books website as the date approaches. Additional readings may be scheduled through March 16th, so check back.

Finally, keep an eye out for the spring issue of Rattle, in which I am honored to have a spot. You can pre-order the issue at a discounted price right now here.

I plan to soon write a post regarding thoughts about my latest residency at Goddard, in which I met Nikky Finney and was told something odd by my cab driver. That’s for next time though. Gotta leave ’em (you) wanting more, right? I will do my best to write that post before, say, April.

I would like to leave you with a picture of my super cat, Butter, who does exactly what writers’ cats should do: keep our laps warm.

A Writer's Cat

Here’s a shout out to you, Butter. Even though when you sit in my lap I can’t open my keyboard drawer and have to set my keyboard on top of my desk where there is no space for it, you’re appreciated.

Greetings! And some news.

Greetings, my lovely readers! I have several news items for you.

1. Amaranthine Hour is out and now available from Jacar Press. Richard Krawiec and his team did a superb job on it. The book is beautiful, is put together well, and has a nice weight. I could not have asked for anything better than what was done. Many, many thanks go out to Jacar Press and to John Hoppenthaler for all of their support. The opportunity they have provided me is much appreciated.

2. I have one signing coming up soon. It will be at the Horsefeathers Studio in Sunset Center, Amarillo, Texas, on October 5th. I will be there from 6 P.M. to 8 P.M., (hopefully) selling and signing lots o’ books.

3. Jacar Press will host a reading for myself and for the 2012 Jacar Press full manuscript winner, Jeff Hardin, in March in Durham, North Carolina. Check back for details.

4. On a related note, congratulations are in order for Jeff Hardin and his manuscript Notes for a Praise Book. He is an accomplished and deserving poet, and I am eager to read his book.

5. My dream of being in the Poets & Writers directory has finally become reality! Does this mean I can change my listed Facebook occupation from “Information Technology” to “Poet”? Or do you have to technically stick to what pays the bills?

6. On a sort of related note to the above post, I have discovered that the house cleaning schedule imposed by working full time and going to graduate school full time gives one the unique opportunity to really find out exactly how many tiny spiders died in one’s home over the past couple of months.

Take care, all, and keep writing!

Amaranthine Hour by October

Hello, all!

Amaranthine Hour is scheduled to be out in early October. I will work on setting up some readings. I must say that working with Jacar Press has been amazing, and I am more than impressed with the work that they have done. I also appreciate all of the attention they have paid to my input on the design.

In the meantime, please enjoy the attached front cover art. It is a photo that I took in Napa Valley, just outside of  Calistoga.

Amaranthine Hour Front Cover

Amaranthine Hour Front Cover