Showing posts with label Oct 2017: Spooky Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oct 2017: Spooky Poems. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 31, 2018
DMC: "Office Horror Story" by Suzy Levinson
OFFICE HORROR STORY
"Come closer," it said,
"for I must be fed.
All documents welcome, 'cause I want to SHRED."
"No, thank you," I said,
creasing with dread.
"A contract like me would prefer to stay read."
"Closer," it pled.
"N-O," I said.
"Why don't you eat that old phone book instead?"
"Tasty," it said.
"SHREDDY-SHRED-SHRED!"
That's when I slipped off the table and fled.
© 2018 Suzy Levinson. All rights reserved.
Calef Brown has challenged us to write a poem that tells the story of two anthropomorphized objects. They can be an odd couple, close friends, mortal enemies, or meet each other for the first time. The poem can be about an adventure they have together, a conflict, a game they play, anything. Click HERE for more details and to read this month's Spotlight ON interview.
Post your poem on our October 2018 padlet by October 31st. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up presentation this Friday, November 2nd, and one lucky participant will win a signed copy of Calef Brown's latest collection of ghoulish poetry from Carolrhoda Books:
Monday, October 30, 2017
DMC: "Saturday Matinee: Vincent Price Double Feature" by Diane Mayr
SATURDAY MATINEE:
VINCENT PRICE DOUBLE FEATURE
A seat complains in creaks
as the person next to her shifts.
A beetle-cracking crunch
of something underfoot.
A discordant crescendo of violins
designed to stop the heart...
Yet all she hears is the blood pulsing
in her head in her hands in her lap.
© 2017 Diane Mayr. All rights reserved.
Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carrie Clickard. Her DMC challenge is to write a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child.
You have until tomorrow, October 31st, to join in! Post your poem on our October 2017 padlet and I will add it to the wrap-up presentation HERE. One lucky participant will win a personalized copy of Carrie Clickard's enchanting new picture book from Holiday House:
Thursday, October 26, 2017
October DMC Wrap-Up + Giveaway
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| Natalio |
Please come in . . .
don't mind the creaky gate.
All are welcome!
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| Roland Brunner |
At the beginning of October, Carrie Clickard challenged us to write poems about people, places, or things that spooked us as children.
It's been a frightfully good month of spine-chilling poetry!
But now, my dearests, the time has come to share our bountiful booty— or should I say our boo-tiful bounty?
Either way, THANK YOU to everyone who contributed a poem, commented, or followed along, and most especially to Carrie Clickard for the spooktacular inspiration leading up to Halloween.
Scroll through the poems below, or for best viewing, CLICK HERE.
Inspired to write your own poem about a spooky childhood memory?
Add it to our October 2017 padlet by Tuesday, October 31, 2017, and I will move it to the wrap-up presentation.
Participants in this month's challenge will automatically be entered to
win a copy of MAGIC FOR SALE by Carrie Clickard, illustrated by John Shelley (Holiday House, 2017). One entry per participant, not per poem.
The winner will be determined by Random.org and announced next Friday, November 3rd, when we reveal next month's spotlight interview and ditty challenge.
Alternatively, you may enter the giveaway by commenting below. Comments must be also received by Tuesday, October 31st. If you contribute a poem and comment below you will receive two entries in total.
Happy Halloween!
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| Bill Rogers |
DMC: "Night Monster" by Sydney O'Neill
NIGHT MONSTER
Burrow under blankets.
Block out light.
Curl to make me little.
Squeeze eyes tight.
Shush my booming heartbeat.
Breath comes hard.
Listen to the darkness.
Stay. On. Guard.
THUMP Was that a footstep?
GROAN Too. Near.
CLINK He’s getting closer.
CLUNK He’s here!
MOM! A MONSTER! SAVE ME!
Quick, she flicks on light.
Whew! The monster’s gone.
Guess I gave him a fright.
© 2017 Sydney O'Neill. All rights reserved.
Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carrie Clickard. Her DMC challenge is to write a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child.
Post your poem on our October 2017 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration tomorrow, Friday, October 27th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her enchanting new picture book from Holiday House:
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
DMC: "Tornado" by Kathleen Mazurowski
TORNADO
Rains pelt, winds whip, fears unfold,
turbulent thunder storms brewing,
looking for funnel clouds as the
sky turns a greenish grey.
An eerie quiet
descends.
Take
cover.
turbulent thunder storms brewing,
looking for funnel clouds as the
sky turns a greenish grey.
An eerie quiet
descends.
Take
cover.
© 2017 Kathleen Mazurowski. All rights reserved.
Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carrie Clickard. Her DMC challenge is to write a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child.
Post your poem on our October 2017 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, October 27th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her enchanting new picture book from Holiday House:
Tuesday, October 24, 2017
DMC: "The Red Clapboard House" by Michelle Heidenrich Barnes
The following is a found poem based on this New York Times article.
THE RED CLAPBOARD HOUSE
– for Cindy, Thomas, Bonnie, and Albert
May 5, 1977
shortly before 9 o'clock this morning
Bonnie was always asking the time . . .
the bodies were found
4 children
apparently stabbed in their beds
"I have to get home."
sometimes difficult to deal with
38 years old—a ladies man
who wore hip clothes and tried to act young
"I can't be late."
different after his second wife left him
A member of Local 137
unable to find employment
"My father will be very angry."
then killed himself with a shotgun
An official said, "He was a friend of all of us.
We're shocked but we can't comment."
© 2017 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carrie Clickard. Her DMC challenge is to write a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child.
Post your poem on our October 2017 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, October 27th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her enchanting new picture book from Holiday House:
Monday, October 23, 2017
DMC: "relative distance" by Tabatha Yeatts
relative distance
distance is farther
in the dark.
mom and dad
downstairs
watching tv in a
lit room
are a light year away
from awake me
upstairs in bed in a
dark room.
if someone or something
that doesn't fear
the dark is up here
with me,
the quickest way
to close this giant
ghostly gap might be a
scream.
© 2017 Tabatha Yeatts. All rights reserved.
Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carrie Clickard. Her DMC challenge is to write a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child.
Post your poem on our October 2017 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration this Friday, October 27th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her enchanting new picture book from Holiday House:
Thursday, October 19, 2017
DMC: "Sleepover" by Doraine Bennett
SLEEPOVER
cousins
late night pizza and sweet tea
ghost stories under sheets
delicious chills
until we had to pee
tiptoe down the dark hall
close the bathroom door
don’t turn on the light
silent fright turns to white terror
a monster appears
giant, Grendle-like
standing in the door
we scream
bang, stumble
escape to Mama’s arms
Daddy goes to see
in the light
the monster’s head—
a wash rag on a hook
the monster’s broad white chest—
the top of the door
the monster’s huge legs—
two towels draped from a bar
beneath the sheets
it's hard to sleep
© 2017 Doraine Bennett. All rights reserved.
Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carrie Clickard. Her DMC challenge is to write a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child.
Post your poem on our October 2017 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, October 27th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her enchanting new picture book from Holiday House:
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
DMC: "Dolly" by Rebecca Herzog
DOLLY
You thought I was asleep
But I peeked from beneath the sheets
And saw you move
© 2017 Rebecca Herzog. All rights reserved.
Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carrie Clickard. Her DMC challenge is to write a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child.
Post your poem on our October 2017 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, October 27th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her enchanting new picture book from Holiday House:
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
DMC: "Butterfly Effect" by Bridget Magee
BUTTERFLY EFFECT
You lured me into the dark kitchen
at the back of the gym
with the promise of extra candy.
With perfect gymnast posture
I stood in the doorway
showing off the orange gauzy wings
my mother sewed on my black leotard
to complete my metamorphosis
into a butterfly for the team Halloween party.
Your compliment,
“You are as cute as a bug,” said in a heady voice,
made something deep inside me
shift.
I knew something about the situation
was wrong.
But I was 10.
And you were my coach.
Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carrie Clickard. Her DMC challenge is to write a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child.
Post your poem on our October 2017 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, October 27th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her enchanting new picture book from Holiday House:
Monday, October 16, 2017
DMC: Spooky Tetractys by Linda Mitchell
Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carrie Clickard. Her DMC challenge is to write a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child.
Post your poem on our October 2017 padlet.
PLEASE NOTE: All poem submissions must include the author's name. One poem that was submitted during the first week of our challenge is still pending approval. If you submitted a poem early on, please check to see if it's yours.
While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, October 27th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her enchanting new picture book from Holiday House:
Thursday, October 12, 2017
DMC: "Under My Bed" by Janie Lazo
UNDER MY BED
There is a darkness lurking near
This darkness fills my heart with dread
I'm not alone – I think – I fear
A darkness hides beneath my bed
As dark as pitch, with eyes that leer
And teeth that rip and pull and shred
Is that a hiss and growl I hear?
I hate this ghastly monster bed!
I feel my eyes begin to tear
The monster might bite through my bed!
Can't cry! I'm turning 12 this year
And monsters don't exist, Mom said.
But just in case, I block my ears
I take off running – out I fled
I made it safe – I jump – I cheer
No way I'm sleeping in that bed!
© 2017 Janie Lazo. All rights reserved.
Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carrie Clickard. Her DMC challenge is to write a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child.
Post your poem on our October 2017 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, October 27th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her enchanting new picture book from Holiday House:
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
DMC: "The Forest at Night" by Jessica Bigi
THE FOREST AT NIGHT
beneath evening skies
a million glowing eyes
blink from midnight's branches
screeches of owls
phantom wings take flight
into deep dark woods
a coyote's lonely yelp
the wind's invisible footprints
walking through the forest at night
as leaves play
tambourines
a million glowing eyes
blink from midnight's branches
a million glowing eyes
blink from midnight's branches
screeches of owls
phantom wings take flight
into deep dark woods
a coyote's lonely yelp
the wind's invisible footprints
walking through the forest at night
as leaves play
tambourines
a million glowing eyes
blink from midnight's branches
© 2017 Jessica Bigi. All rights reserved.
Click HERE to read this month's interview with Carrie Clickard. Her DMC challenge is to write a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child.
Post your poem on our October 2017 padlet. While some contributions will be featured as daily ditties this month, all contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, October 27th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of her enchanting new picture book from Holiday House:
Thursday, October 5, 2017
Spotlight on Carrie Clickard + DMC Challenge
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| CARRIE CLICKARD |
Carrie Clickard professes to have spent every free moment since birth with a book in her hand or one in her head waiting to be written. A band, drum corps, and drama geek throughout high school, she graduated Michigan State University with a degree in advertising and bad roommates. Having worked as a copywriter, pressroom manager, marketing VP and color guard instructor, she credits her dazzling career success to a firm belief that dragons exist and that competitive baton twirling should be an Olympic sport.
Besides baton twirling, Carrie has taken up the sport of writing fiction and nonfiction picture books, poetry, middle grade novels, short stories (for children and adults), as well as fun and fascinating nonfiction articles. No matter what she's writing, you can always count on her for a fresh approach, humor, vivid imagination, and a keen ability to pull the reader into the world of the story.
Her debut picture book Victricia Malicia: Book-Loving Buccaneer (Flashlight Press, 2012) has been joined by two more acclaimed picture books in 2017: Magic for Sale (Holiday House) and Dumpling Dreams: How Joyce Chen Brought the Dumpling from Beijing to Cambridge (Simon & Schuster/Paula Wiseman Books).
The good news is that here we are—three years later, yes—but pleased as Halloween punch with this spectac-ghoul-lar book that Kirkus calls in a starred review, "One-stop shopping for all your elixir, potion, and spellcasting needs."
No skimping on the dry ice... we're here to celebrate!
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| Swamp Monster Sherbet Punch
Image credit: Diana Yen
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| MAGIC FOR SALE Holiday House (July 25, 2017) ISBN: 978-0823435593 Click here for more information or to purchase. |
Magic for Sale tells the story of Georgie McQuist, a boy who was double-dared to track down a ghost in the magical shop of Miss Pustula Night. Georgie discovers that the ghost has been locked away because of some naughty antics involving a sphinx and invisible ink. He takes pity on the poor ghost, and decides to help out with his punishment—to accurately account for each and every spooky treasure that is housed in the overstuffed basement.
All goes swimmingly (kraken notwithstanding) until Miss Night enters the scene with a KA-BOOM!, a THUMP!, and a threat to eat our young hero. In the end, you'll be relieved to know Georgie comes out of the experience alive... albeit with more than he bargained for.
Check out this fabulous trailer:
There's so much to love about this book. First, it's age-appropriate—spooky, but not creepy, with a really fun ending. Perfect for a Halloween read-aloud, children will also want to return to it throughout the year. Second, and not surprisingly, Carrie's text is lively and her rhymes are never simple or predictable—they are witty, fun, and keep the reader guessing. Finally, it's not just any artist who can meet Carrie's imagination head on with such elaborate and engrossing illustrations. With meticulous detail, John Shelley has done a phenomenal job turning the entire book into a seek-and-find that will provide hours upon hours of entertainment.
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| Work in progress for Magic for Sale. © John Shelley, used with permission. |
In his own words...
I intended the illustrations to convey a sense of claustrophobic clutter while expanding on the jollity of the text with all the trappings and paraphernalia of magic, mystic and monsters. A darkened shop basement might not seem like the easiest of locations for a picture book, but filling shelves spilling over with extraordinary objects I hoped to create a "bazaar of the bizarre". If the reader is able to find something new every time they look over the drawings, perhaps think of their own stories inspired by the weird items on the shelves, then my job is done.
And now that I've whet your appetite, it seems my job is done... except for the little matter of today's interview. Let's explore the story behind Magic for Sale's bewitching storyteller, Carrie Clickard.
Favorite childhood memory:
The ride home from the library with the light on in the back seat, reading the first delicious page.
Favorite teacher:
I have two—Mrs. Qualls, because she never minded me asking just one more question, and Miss Nichols, because she rescued me when a game of Moonmen vs. Martians went horribly wrong.
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| Statue of Horus at the Edfu Temple
Photo: Carrie Clickard
Fun fact: the library in the temple of Edfu
was called the House of Books of Horus
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Favorite quote:
The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.
Today and tomorrow are yet to be said.
The chances, the changes are all yours to make.
The mold of your life is in your hands to break.
— J.R.R. Tolkien
Favorite vacation spot: Egypt
Favorite pastime:
Daydreaming my way into a new story.
Most authors have active curiosity and imagination, but yours are in perpetual overdrive. Growing up, was that a benefit, a curse, or both?
It was a curse in early school years as I was always thinking and wondering and demanding to know “Yes, but what if...?” But that same imagination in my free time turned the world into an adventure. A simple cardboard box on the front porch might hold an ancient book from the tombs of Egypt, or a key to the haunted house down the block, or an invitation to join a secret club. And if it was empty, well, you just have to wonder, “What got out? And where did it go?”
You describe yourself as a “lifelong word addict” whose goal is to tell stories that delight and entertain. How does that fit in with today’s market?
I grew up loving all the old folk tales and fairy tales and letting the richness of the language, those golden words pull me into a whole new world. So today’s picture book world with its fondness for brief texts, even wordless books, can be a bit challenging for a wordy soul like me. My shortest picture book to date is 594 words, which most editors would say isn’t “short” at all. (grin) I’m learning to appreciate the freshness and surprise that can be crafted into shorter texts, but there will always be a part of my writer’s heart that longs for richer, fuller stories.
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| Growing up, "I had the full set of Andrew Lang color coded fairy tale books— and nearly read the covers off them. I also adored Tatterhood (who didn't want to ride on on a goat brandishing a spoon at your enemies?) and The Seven Ravens." C. Clickard |
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| Where Carrie Clickard's imagination calls home. |
Each poem or story I write scratches a particular mental itch. When I’m dragged down by life’s mundane to-do’s, I’ll end up populating a planet with strange sentient creatures and sending them on the adventures I can’t go on. If I’ve been feeling unchallenged and brain dead, I’ll winkle out a mystery filled with red herrings and plot twists. Horror stories and weird fiction let me create scary things that I can control, usually as a way of escaping scary things in real life I can’t control. And when I’m feeling joyous and silly, rhyme naturally bubbles forth.
Magic for Sale was a long time coming, but it was worth the wait! Do you recall what first inspired you to write Georgie’s story?
I was listening to a toe-tapping patter song about potions and spells from Gilbert & Sullivan’s opera The Sorcerer. I thought, what a fun idea—how many crazy magical items could I put in a rhyming list? So there I was scribbling down ideas like leprechaun’s purses, pyramid curses, werewolf tales, beds of nails, and I thought, these should all be stuffed into a spooky old house belonging to some seriously creepy person. The next thing you know, Miss Pustula Night walked into my head and invited me to her store.
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| From MAGIC FOR SALE (Holiday House, 2017). Text © Carrie Clickard. Illustration © John Shelley. (Click to enlarge) |
"I was tucked in my four-ghoster bed
quite enjoying some beetles on bread
when your ruckus and rumpus
woke Fifi and Grumpus,
so we've come down to eat you instead."
Please share a favorite selection from Magic for Sale and tell us why it’s a favorite.
Oh my, I confess I love the long inventory list the ghost and Georgie conquer, but since it’s so loooong, I’ll opt for the opening description of Miss Night’s shop:
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| Illustration from MAGIC FOR SALE (Holiday House, 2017) © John Shelley. All rights reserved. |
She sells cupboards that you can walk through
and strange mirrors that talk back to you,
crusted cauldrons for brewing,
dried dragon for chewing,
and a rug that a genie once flew.
You can buy mushroom huts for your gnome,
clanking chains if your beasts like to roam,
snoozing bats for your ceiling,
candied mummies for peeling,
or a monster who needs a good home.
...because it’s exactly those kind of objects I’d have loved to find in some mysterious old store as a kid. I’d still love to, as a matter of fact.
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| From MAGIC FOR SALE (Holiday House), © 2017 Carrie Clickard and John Shelley. |
Given the opportunity, what would you bring home from Miss Pustula Night’s shop?
I think it would have to be the dragons of a dainty size, as I’ve always wanted a dragon. But I’m also sorely tempted by the kraken. I think my parents would like having a pet in their pool.
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| From MAGIC FOR SALE (Holiday House, 2017). Text © Carrie Clickard. Illustration © John Shelley. (Click to enlarge) |
What's coming up next for you?
I have a picture book biography of Joyce Chen called Dumpling Dreams which just released this fall and a nonfiction picture book coming up called Bigger is Better that’s about two of my favorite things: the early days of America and mammoths.
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| The wonder-filled world of Carrie Clickard (age 9). |
If you had all the world’s children in one room, what would you tell them?
Never let anyone crush your curiosity or your wonder. The world can be as fascinating and wondrous as you make it.

Finally, what you have chosen as this month’s ditty challenge?
Since Georgie is dared to go to the spooky store and face Miss Night, then maybe a poem about a person, place, or thing that spooked you as a child.
Peering into my crystal ball...
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| jl071077 |
I predict this is going to be a SPOOKtacular month of poems!
I also predict that Carrie Clickard will be back next week, on Friday the 13th, with a fun post about jinxes and superstitions. BOOoooYAH!
And before I come up with any other cringe-worthy puns, please join me in thanking Carrie for today's interview and for offering a personalized copy of Magic for Sale to one lucky DMC participant! (Winner to be randomly chosen at the end of the month.)
Oh! I almost forgot. I got you a little something, Carrie...
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| Sculpture made from watch parts, designed by Sue Beatrice |
a dragon of dainty size.
HOW TO PARTICIPATE:
Post your poem about what spooked you as a child on our October 2017 padlet. Stop by any time during the month to add your work or to check out what others are contributing.
By posting on the padlet, you are granting me permission to share your poem on Today's Little Ditty. Some poems will be featured as daily ditties, though authors may not be given advanced notice. Subscribe to the blog if you'd like to keep tabs. You can do that in the sidebar to the right where it says "Follow TLD by Email." As always, all of the poems will be included in a wrap-up celebration on the last Friday of the month—October 27th for our current challenge.
TEACHERS, it's great when students get involved! Ditty of the Month Club challenges are wonderful opportunities to learn about working poets and authors while having fun with poetry prompts. Thank you for spreading the word! For children under 13, please read my COPPA compliance statement in the sidebar to the right.
FIRST-TIMERS (those who have never contributed to a ditty challenge before), in addition to posting your work on the padlet, please send your name and email address to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com. That way I'll be able to contact you for possible inclusion in future Best of Today's Little Ditty anthologies.
BLOGGERS, thank you for publishing your poems on your own blogs– I love that! Please let me know about it, so I can share your post! Also remember to include your poem (or a direct link to your post) on the padlet in order to be included in the wrap-up celebration and end-of-month giveaway.
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Thanks again to everyone who participated in Carole Boston Weatherford's challenge last month to write an abecedarian poem! We had a few additions since last Friday's wrap-up celebration—click here to take another look.
Random.org has determined that the winner of a copy of SCHOMBURG: THE MAN WHO BUILT A LIBRARY by Carole Boston Weatherford and illustrated by Eric Velasquez is . . .
HEIDI MORDHORST — Congratulations, Heidi!
Thanks to Violet Nesdoly for hosting this week's Poetry Friday roundup. Wish her a happy (Canadian) Thanksgiving and she might offer you a piece of pumpkin pie... or at least a pumpkin poem.
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