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From the Edge of Chaos and Form poetry book is now ready!  

Two poems from book are newly added below.

 

MonoVisions Black & White Photography Awards 2024

Honorable Mention

Nature and Wildlife category 

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Lynne will be at Barnes & Noble bookstore in Reno, Nevada

for chat and book signing from 1:00-4:00PM !

September 14th, 2024​

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Teen novel The Language of Fragments 

available July 2024 through Resource Publications, Bookshop.org, Barnes & Noble, and other retailers 

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International Photography Awards--Searching for Peace Contest

Natures's Serenity category

Two photographs in Official Selection June 2024

 

Lynne to have a middle grade novel coming out in 2024!

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Chromatic Awards 2023
Lynne won Honorable Mention in international Wildlife photography category (amateur)
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December 2023: Lynne to have a book of her poetry published by a London Press.
More to come in 2024!
 
November 2023: Lynne made a short comedy video to hopefully bring some smiles:
https://www.facebook.com/lynne.goldsmith.7/videos/1661413031050840
Maybe more short videos to come
 
Lynne to be at Barnes & Noble bookstore in Reno, Nevada, on November 4th from 1-4 PM. 
She will have poetry books and children picture books that she can sign. 
A thank you to Kurt Moore, store manager, for setting this up! 
Kurt's support and the Barnes & Noble bookstore/workers are much appreciated!
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International Photography Awards 2023
Lynne's photograph won "Honorable Mention" in the Nature/Flower non-professional category
at https://www.photoawards.com/winner/zoom.php?eid=8-1686636415-23
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Lynne will be doing a poetry book signing at Barnes & Noble bookstore in Reno, Nevada.
Date and time to be announced. A big thank you to Barnes & Noble for this generosity!
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A different sunflower photo--
earned an "Official Selection" in the 2023 International Photography Awards!
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13-minute podcast interview with Middle Creek Publisher
www.swellcast.com/thisisswell
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--Two of Lynne's nature photographs published with Tiny Seed Literary Journal
 
April 2023--Lynne will be putting some of her photographs on the website store.  Primarily wildlife. 
A work in progress.
 
Lynne's new full-length poetry collection (published by Resource Publications,
an imprint of Wipf and Stock Publishers) is available from online book retailers for $11!
 
--Two of Lynne's photos were chosen as the Nature Conservancy judges' "Favorites"
in the climate category and the plant/fungi category
in the 2022 International Photography Contest of over 100,000 entries.
Didn't make the final winners list,
but Lynne will have another nature photograph coming out in a journal in October
and later in a book anthology.  
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The two photos below are from the Nature Conservancy Contest:
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                   POEM

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Waterful

 

I sank my feet into mud,

walked closer to the falls I’d come for.

Knee-high in water, I stopped to listen.

I’d come to see the river

spill over along the rocks and run hard

down its vertical moss face with a sound

that I would want to remember.

Between these parted cliffs

granite holds sky and earth. 

I am no one here.

But the rock retains heat

and the fish stay cool.

Pools of years gather

into depths not known.

The water remains reliable,

inviting as I enter.  Its breath,

pulse, soothe.

The water I can taste now

as it touches.  I sink into oblivion.

Overflow is everywhere.

 

​--Poem published in 2000 byThe Squaw Review,

now called The Community of Writers Poetry Review, and later in Lynne's 2019 Secondary Cicatrices poetry book


 
Lynne A. Goldmith birds in Caldor Fire photograph
Birds in the Caldor Fire

Sunflower Photo from the 2022 Nature Conservancy Contest has been moved to the Shop (last page)

                                              POEM

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Taking Down the Bull

 

 

Dear Matador,

What do you do with the ear?
What do you do with that horse,
one of yours used by a picador,
the horse whose ears you stuffed,
blocked the sounds from entering
with newspaper wet for crushed?

And what of the horse’s blindfold,
your keeping from sight
that prepping of the bull,
those lances driving into muscle
and back the twisting and gouging
to spill out blood it is just getting started

and the horse’s cord
vocally cut, so no one would hear the screams.
What of that horse who wanted to run,
who would have run from ring
when taunting began

when weight had already been tied
down on bull’s neck for weeks the beatings,
filed-down horns, petroleum jelly eyes,
agitation increasing without food or water
in small isolation cell, the salt, laxatives,
drugs to tranquilize, harpoon to minimize—

you can’t have the bull be too strong—

which is where the banderilleros come in,
the ones who go on stabbing and waving flags
to tire the bull to dizzy the maddening
of no stopping maniacal barbarism.

Which is where you come in
with your something to prove
sword or dagger, cutting spinal cord
or aorta is what you’re after.
Final blow the crowd happy with.

 

Hence, the ear you won, the ear severed
as trophy of your having the advantage,

 

in the way you’ll drive July bulls to sea,
The Bous a la Mar, the Toro de Jubilo,
where you’ll set horns on macabre fire.

Dear Matador,

 

What makes you think this all some sport?
In the end, to me, you always lose your heart.

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    --Lynne’s poem in AllCreatures.org and in her poetry book's section “Dear Killer"

       From the Edge of Chaos and Form by Transnational Press London

                                                  POEM​
Celestial Wakenings: Vincent van Gogh’s The Starry Night
 
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“We take death to reach a star”—
more than religion to the afterlife,
where we might land on other hemisphere.
 
Cypress are the trees of death.
Church steeple reaching sky.
Yellow will never leave my heart.
 
Impasto, squeezing, brings me close.
Does not matter the moon.
Stylized I will not dismiss.
 
The swirl of wind turns me round.
Mistral strong and cold
slants my light, down
 
behind bars.  I cannot paint upstairs,
but Venus I see from everywhere.
Spirals and comet show my way.
 
Galaxy of whirlpool, Rosse and Parsons,
Flammarion proven.  I am meant to spin,
led to find.  “Hope is in the stars.”  

     --Lynne’s poem in Siamb!  Issue #9
         and in poetry book From the Edge of Chaos and Form 
         by Transnational Press London

 
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