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Emery L. Campbell


 

Emery L. Campbell is an award-winning writer of poetry and short works of fiction and nonfiction. In May 2005 Multicultural Books of Richmond, B.C., published his first volume of poetry, This Gardener’s Impossible Dream:  A Not So Green Thumb (Or Why I Took Up Poetry Instead), a collection of sixty-nine original works as well as ten poems translated from the French. The volume has been nominated for the 2006 Georgia Author of the Year Award. The price is US$15 plus postage TBA depending on destination. Payment by cash, check, or PayPal accepted. 

 

Campbell’s poetry has appeared in Light, Midwest Poetry Review,  Poets’ Forum, Romantics Quarterly, and others; in various anthologies, magazines, and newsletters; and on the Internet. His work has won awards from the National Federation of State Poetry Societies, the Georgia Writers Association, and numerous individual state poetry organizations.

 

Campbell is a past vice president and long-time member of the Georgia Poetry Society. He also belongs to the Utah State Poetry Society, the Southeastern Writers Association, and the Georgia Writers Association. He contributes a bi-monthly column on grammar and usage to the newsletter of the latter organization.  He was born in Monroe, WI, and has lived abroad for many years in France, England, and Argentina. Since early 1988, Campbell and his wife, Hettie, a native of the Netherlands, have lived in Lawrenceville, GA.  The couple has two grown sons.

 


Contact: elcampbell@prodigy.net

Selected Poem:
 

The Big Bang

(or, Oh, Is That What That Was?)

 

They say the primal seed hung there, suppressed,

a skimpy speck of stony stuff, compressed,

comprising monstrous force not yet expressed,

pent up, aboil, though seemingly at rest.

 

Then all at once a BLAST! --who could have guessed?--

blew fragments to the north, south, east and west

at speeds one hardly could conceive though pressed,

a bit like stirring up a hornet’s nest.

 

The pieces still rush off with zealous zest,

but those of us who've held on tight are blessed

with Walmarts, central heating, and the rest,

blasé, well fed, and largely unimpressed.

 

 


 

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