National Poetry Month, Day 27
Ladies and Gentlemen: The Gashlycrumb Tinies, by Edward Gorey. Beauty in a subversive alphabet…if The Wonderland Alphabet could be credited to anyone other than Lewis Carroll, it would be Edward Gorey. * * *
Ladies and Gentlemen: The Gashlycrumb Tinies, by Edward Gorey. Beauty in a subversive alphabet…if The Wonderland Alphabet could be credited to anyone other than Lewis Carroll, it would be Edward Gorey. * * *
I wrote this poem in the back of a catalog during a particularly grueling “buy session” while working at A Certain Book Wholesaler. It was raining that day…and I guess I was feeling poetic. “Escapist” is also available on Wattpad: http://www.wattpad.com/17762865-escapist **************************** Escapist by Alethea Kontis She tells him things He already knows The world beyond my ears Turns…
Some cultures do not see a Man in the Moon…they see a rabbit. This is my poem based on one of the Chinese legends of the Rabbit in the Moon. (Also available on Wattpad – click here.) ************************** The Rabbit in the Moon Alethea Kontis Once upon a time I was a rabbit in the world of men Flesh…
Here it is…the Rant you’ve been waiting for! Especially to celebrate World Book Night 2014. Enjoy and share the love of reading! xox
In the wake of World Book Night, please enjoy some fun poetry from The Wonderland Alphabet! *********************** A A is for Alice, a curious girl Who fell very far through a hole in the world She followed a clock-watching rabbit, you see To a land full of wonder, and madness, and tea. * J I do not fear the…
As promised, here is the small speech I gave at the World Book Night Givers Reception last night at Gum Springs Library. xox ********************** “Words have power.” This phrase was said by Mama Woodcutter to her youngest daughter Sunday, in my novel Enchanted. Words have power. We all know this to be true…of course, in my book, I took…
In honor of Shakespeare’s birthday today (and World Book Night tonight!), here is my favorite sonnet. SONNET 130 My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses…
Because I was such an avid reader and lover of poetry as a child, I did not discover Shel Silverstein until my friends started passing around copies of Where the Sidewalk Ends at school. I enjoyed Silverstein’s prose and fun approach to poetry, but he wasn’t as groundbreaking for me as he was for some. I mean…he’s not Ogden…
My dearly beloved bosom companion Leanna Renee Hieber posted an incredibly fun and insightful interview last Monday about her writing process last week, and then asked if I wouldn’t mind answering the same questions in turn. But of course! And here they are: ************************************ What am I working on? Right now, I’m working on three things at once. I’m…
My response to “Tears of the Hollow Men,” written after a personal family issue…and a dream about a monk who wrote a poem describing the shifting of a cloud from an eagle to an angel. ********************************* Tears of the Hollow Men Alethea Kontis (1994) Blue clouds at sunset With silver-pink lining Free as an eagle On the wind shining…