Diane Lee Moomey is a person of many interests and talents. She is a wonderful poet, artist, and designer, plus, she is a seasoned self-publisher of her work. She has generously offered a 50-minute presentation at our upcoming San José Poetry Festival 2016: Breaking Borders, on Sunday, September 18, 2016, at History San José. Diane will be presenting Self-Publishing from 3:00 p.m. – 3:50 p.m. She will define terms and answer questions (for example: what IS self-publishing and what isn’t; what is a “publisher”? the function of an ISBN; working with a print-on-demand service, preparing your book files, basic marketing, and much more. The duration of the entire festival will be from 9:00 a.m. – 6:00 p.m.
Diane L. Moomey has lived and wandered around the US and Canada. Now she dips her gardener’s hands in California dirt . . . and reads at poetry venues throughout the San Francisco Bay Area. Her poetry and short prose have appeared, in Red Wheelbarrow, Perfume River Poetry Review, The Sand Hill Review, Caesura, Glass: a Journal of Poetry; the Faultzone series, (California Writers’ Club anthologies); No Ordinary Language and Third Thursdays (the Willow Glen Poetry Project anthologies); Not Somewhere Else But Here, Sundress Publications; Northwest Literary Forum, Earth Prayers, (Roberts/Amidon, Harper-Collins, 1991,) Two-Twenty-Four Poetry Quarterly, Blis, Icon, The Love Project (Anabasis), and Writing For Our Lives. One prose piece from this last, “Grandmother, Geo¬thermally Yours,” was nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Diane has published three books under her own imprint, Day’sEye Press and Studios: Figure in a Landscape, a ten-year collection of poems, in 2015; Silk Road, Iron Bird, Figure in a Landscape, a ten-year collection of poems, in 2015; Silk Road, Iron Bird, a long poem of pilgrimage, 2011; Place, a collection of prose and poetry, 2010.
When Diane Lee Moomey is not writing, or painting, or publishing, you will find her in the outdoors, gardening.
CREATING THE WORLDS
In the first world, the sun
rose only every other day and the moon
fell from the sky because
the gravity module worked
in theory only. Tenants refused
to move in, and the first world
The next was an improvement although
the second-generation gravity module
lipped a disc, and everything fell sideways.
The tenants complained because
whatever they dropped the neighbors got,
and drapes were all soaked through,
though it was written in their lease
to keep windows shut during stormy
weather—not so much to ask.
They moved out, and the second world
The third was nearly perfect until
the icemaker jammed and froze
the planet solid at both poles
halfway to the equator. Most of the tenants
moved out in protest, still owing rent.
It would have been a crime
to jettison a world so nearly perfect
so the Powers agreed to thaw it out
and try again. Tenants returned but this lot
smoked and fought over everything
including the thermostat—
the icemaker couldn’t keep up.
All the carpeting had to be re-created,
and they moved out anyhow.
The fourth world will be non-smoking.
Would-be tenants are picketing, but everyone knows
this is the only world in town. This time around
the Powers agree to keep the red and the blue
on separate continents, and to confiscate that
internal combustion engine they are all so fond of.
The fifth world is still on the storyboard.