I would also like to give away 2 copies of Snowing Fireflies for review, so, if you are interested in reviewing Snowing Fireflies, please say so in your comment (while still adhering to the above demands) and I will send you a copy. I am holding 4 copies in total hostage, which I would like to release from captivity, 2 of which will be review copies.
Here is what Shane Jones, author of Light Boxes (PGP, 2009; Penguin, 2010), wrote about Snowing Fireflies:
"A quaint and mysterious little collection that balances the unreal and real. Eric Beeny writes with a child-like wonder, resulting in powerful surreal images, and a yearning for human connection. It's a satisfying balancing act that I enjoyed immensely. I'm looking forward to the next thing Eric Beeny does."
I like Shane Jones. He's nice to me. He's nice to everyone. Shane Jones is a good human being. To the left is an image of my 6-year old daughter Maya's transcription of her favorite poem, "A So Sad Big Man," from Shane's collection, A Cake Appeared, published by Scrambler Books. She transcribed the poem by ear as I read it to her, without looking at the text.
Here is a review of Snowing Fireflies by Mel Bosworth, in which he states:
"Eric Beeny is one of the most consistent independent authors you’ll ever come across. He’s also, in my opinion, one of the best. And one of the humblest. You won’t find him shouting in the hallways of places like Facebook or Twitter. He’s more comfortable keeping it low key."This was just before he urged me to get on Facebook and Twitter. I like Mel Bosworth. He's nice to me. He's nice to everyone. Mel Bosworth is a good human being.
(A review of Snowing Fireflies by J.A. Tyler is also forthcoming, I think, in the next issue of The Chapbook Review. The issue was supposed to come out in August, I guess, but, for some reason, seems to have been delayed.)
Thank you for your cooperation during this hostage crisis negotiation. As I type this, these 4 copies are fighting to breathe through snowballs like eggs duct-taped into their mouths. Please take pity on them before the incubators of their mouths melt the eggs and birds hatch, sharpen their beaks on the teeth of these copies and peck these copies' tongues and lips to ribbons trying to escape.*
* This metaphor maybe would work better if I'd said something like the birds hatching were copies of Snowing Fireflies, and I was the mouth holding them hostage.
* If you weren't able to take part in this hostage negotiation, you can pay the publisher's ransom to help release all the hostages here: http://www.foldedword.com/buy/beeny.html
UPDATE: All the hostages have been released. Thank you for your cooperation during this hostage crisis...