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2006 Year in Review

It was a year packed with commercial activity for me in publishing and advertising, but I managed to keep the literary wheels turning.

My poem "Inside the Circle," written in homage to artist Mil Lubroth, was a finalist for the 2006 Pablo Neruda Poetry Award, sponsored by Nimrod International Literary Journal. The award is given to a long poem, up to 9 pages. An excerpt of "Inside the Circle" is scheduled for publication in Nimrod in 2007.

Various of my poems were accepted in 2006 for publication in 2007 in: Eclipse, published at Glendale Community College in California, Southwest American Literature, and the Meridian Anthology of Contemporary Poetry.

And the winner wasn't . . . no prize for DreamBones from the Writer's Digest Self-Published Book Awards, but there was praise from the contest judge for the book, which rated a 14 out of a possible 15-point score:

"Shelia Campbell has a great command and facility for language that is lacking in so many self-published books. Her poetic voice is fully developed. The forms seem carefully chosen to reflect the meanings of her words. I'm particularly fond of the poems that are responses to other works of art, such as Picasso and Cézanne paintings. The conceit of one artistic form used to elucidate another is lovely. And, the production quality of this book is exemplary." We'll take it, and thank you, judge, for noticing.

Image, copyright 2006, Ysabel de la Rosa

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