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Carol Peters--Sixty Some

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Carol's book Sixty Some has just been published, each poem a 45 second/up to two minute peaceful meditational space on the page. I've known of Carol's work for years, and though we've never met, I always look for her name in the poetry publishing world; I know it'll be quality. This book is different than many others, in that she's quietly released it with no monetary expectations--it is poetry, after all :-)-- in free PDF and soon-to-be MP3 format. There are dollar-attached versions available for many e-book platforms as well. I encourage everyone--all of you out there--to check out her blog and her publishing site and to buy an electronic copy to support her. There's really no reason this idea shouldn't spread. As for the inevitable stigma attached to self-publishing, I'd simply note that Carol's work has publicly signified for years, and questions of quality and professionalism have already been answered. If you know the work is good, and you don't have to worry about tenure or vita-worthy books (pesky academics anyway), this is one way--a good way, with all the control in your hands--to go.

You can also buy her chapbook from Finishing Line Press: Muddy Prints, Water Shine, under the New Women's Voices Series.
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  1. Carol PetersSeptember 23, 2009 at 12:07 PM

    Oh, Rusty, bless your heart.

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  2. Bev JacksonSeptember 23, 2009 at 3:53 PM

    I loved every poem in this book! The woman knows in ways that leave the rest of us wondering. Don't miss it.

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