{"id":4083,"date":"2014-10-06T08:30:33","date_gmt":"2014-10-06T13:30:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/?p=4083"},"modified":"2014-10-02T01:31:20","modified_gmt":"2014-10-02T06:31:20","slug":"market-monday-zombies-needfire-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/?p=4083","title":{"rendered":"Market Monday – Zombies & Needfire Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"

If you haven’t heard of Zombie Zak, you really need to pop over to that great internet talk radio site, TMV Cafe<\/a>, or check out his work in the Belfire Press anthology, Old School<\/em>. And now, as his alter ego Bill Snider (or could ZZ be the alter zombie of Bill Snider himself?!), there is a new poetry collection just released via Needfire Poetry!
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\n<\/a>Separate and Succinct, Disparate and Distinct<\/strong> by Bill Snider<\/em>
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\nPrint ISBN-13:<\/strong> 978-1-927580-45-5
\nEditor:<\/strong> Jodi Lee
\nPublisher:<\/strong> Needfire Poetry
\nPages:<\/strong> 152
\nDimensions:<\/strong> 5.25 x 8
\nCover Price:<\/strong> $10.00
\nOrder Direct:<\/strong> Createspace
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\nE-book ISBN-13:<\/strong> 978-1-927580-46-2
\nFormats:<\/strong> html, js, mobi, epub, pdf, rtf, lrf, pdb, txt
\nPrice:<\/strong> $3.00<\/p>\n

Kindle ISBN-13:<\/strong> 978-1-927580-47-9
\nPrice:<\/strong> $3.00<\/p>\n

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\n<\/a>Separate and Succinct, Disparate and Distinct<\/em><\/strong> – a collection of bits and pieces of Bill Snider’s weird mind splattered onto the page. He warns that one must read with care, for the depths of his mind are shallow, entranced, bewitched by shadows and happenstance…<\/p>\n

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\n<\/a>What they’re saying about Separate and Succinct, Disparate and Distinct<\/em>:<\/strong><\/p>\n

“From frightfully fun to darkly contemplative, Bill (aka ZZ)’s latest poetic excursions take us to the far reaches of imagination as well as deep inside ourselves.”<\/em>
\n– David Dunwoody, author of Dark Entities<\/em> and The Harvest Cycle<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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\n<\/a>Excerpt:<\/strong>
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Rot<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Mangled and tangled, marooned and festooned
\nCapped by a fish, strung out on a wish,
\nHarpooned by a seal, without any zeal
\nI am the walrus, I stand to the what may be sought,
\nThere is more ice here, than where once stood a lot.
\nHigh upon the mountainside, there lives such a one,
\nAn evil old soul, decrepit and bereft.
\nHe’ll gut you as soon as serve you a muffin
\nAnd your skin he’ll wear for slippers
\nBut most importantly, always mind your manners
\nOr he’ll also serve you with kippers!
\nBangers and mash, bangers and mash
\nCarrying on without refrain or grey trash.
\nThe sky is turning purple, as the rain fades to mist
\nIt’s the way these things go, from cell to cell to cyst.
\nI am the walrus, or so you might be taught
\nIt’s what brews in my mind, a sickness, a rot;
\nAn ancient ill, festering and cold
\nSick with the stories, not all of them told
\nOf the shadowy beast, that uses old souls
\nTo ferret out prized pieces, of the rarest of gold.
\nPretty, pretty, bang, bang, kiss, kiss.
\nWhat song, what dance, what is this?
\nWhat fear, what dream, what scream is this?
\nWhat blade, what fire, what zeal is this?
\nTis the edge of sanity, and one step beyond
\nI push myself past, the fears I abscond.
\nTake another look at me, see what I am
\nI am determined, I am soot, I am death
\nI am the tortured soul’s foulest last breath.
\nSpeak, one word, one last thought
\nI will allow it, for the cookies you’ve brought.
\nNo manner of creature forsworn, or forsooth
\nShall empty their pockets without a good word.
\nAnd in buckets, shall I repay thee, for misdeed so wrought
\nFor in truth, I care only, for the cookies you’ve brought.<\/p>\n

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\nBill Snider (aka Zombie Zak)<\/em><\/strong>, a (mostly) humble creature of the night, the dead and things best left with the Bright. From the frozen wastes of Toronto, Canada, sprung from the shadow wrought, he walks between whispers and thought.<\/p>\n

Shambler of the Night, engineer of bubblicious blight; a deadpan desire for total and complete global domination sincere, is attempting to compile something bouncy and maybe not all here. Legions cover the planet from pole to pole, nothing mediocre you see, nothing quite so droll.<\/p>\n

Cookies, brains, bacon and zombies, oh my! Forsooth and gadzooks, you\u2019re all going to buy. By word, by rhythm, something unseen, I leave you with these words pretty, but unclean. Wrap up your bubbles, your unkempt asides; for tonight, we read, imagination we ride! Waves of rhythm and rhyme, the bright, the simple, the sublime. <\/p>\n

Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

If you haven’t heard of Zombie Zak, you really need to pop over to that great internet talk radio site, TMV Cafe, or check out his work in the Belfire Press anthology, Old School. And now, as his alter ego Bill Snider (or could ZZ be the alter zombie of Bill Snider himself?!), there is a new poetry collection just released via Needfire Poetry!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[545,871,1,870,799,1089],"tags":[2240,661,2242,786,29,1151,2241,2239],"class_list":["post-4083","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-belfire-press","category-featured","category-general-pondering-on-writing","category-headline","category-miscellania","category-promos","tag-after-rot","tag-belfire","tag-bill-snider","tag-needfire","tag-poetry","tag-radio","tag-separate-and-succinct-disparate-and-distinct","tag-zombie-zak"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4083","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=4083"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4083\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4087,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4083\/revisions\/4087"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=4083"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=4083"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jodilee.sacredtriskele.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=4083"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}