DMC: "Kwame Alexander is Da Man!" by Angie Karcher

Kwame Alexander is Da Man!
I am now his number one fan.
The CROSSOVER, a book of great means,
And a bridge from poetry to teens.

© 2015 Angie Karcher. All rights reserved.


Kwame Alexander has challenged us to write a clerihew this month. What's a clerihew, you ask? Click HERE for details.

Send your funny four-liner to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, April 24th. One lucky participant will win an autographed copy of THE CROSSOVER, which received the 2015 John Newbery Medal for the most distinguished contribution to American literature for children.

DMC: "The Advice of Spike" by Charles Waters

THE ADVICE OF SPIKE

Spike Lee sits next to me
Arms crossed, sad as can be,
He begs me, “Please, do the right thing
Never again attempt trying to sing.”

© 2015 Charles Waters. All rights reserved.

Kwame Alexander has challenged us to write a clerihew this month. What's a clerihew, you ask? Click HERE for details.

Send your funny four-liner to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, April 24th. One lucky participant will win an autographed copy of THE CROSSOVER, which received the 2015 John Newbery Medal for the most distinguished contribution to American literature for children.

DMC: "For This Lady, A Clerihew Debut" by Linda Baie

FOR THIS LADY, A CLERIHEW DEBUT

Listen! Announcing that Lady called Gaga
whose trade clothes fill scenes of an ongoing saga.
Yet who cares what she wears when she sings us a tune?
for that’s when she makes us fall into a swoon.

© 2015 Linda Baie. All rights reserved.


Kwame Alexander has challenged us to write a clerihew this month. What's a clerihew, you ask? Click HERE for details.

Send your funny four-liner to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on Friday, April 24th. One lucky participant will win an autographed copy of THE CROSSOVER, which received the 2015 John Newbery Medal for the most distinguished contribution to American literature for children.

Spotlight on Kwame Alexander + DMC Challenge

KWAME ALEXANDER
                                             Photo: Nataki Hewling

Kwame Alexander is a poet and author of eighteen books, including The Crossover, which received the 2015 John Newbery Medal for the most distinguished contribution to American literature for children. Other works include Acoustic Rooster and His Barnyard Band (The 2014 Michigan Reads One Book Selection), and the YA novel He Said, She Said (a Junior Library Guild Selection). He is the founder of Book-in-a-Day, a student-run publishing program that has created more than 3000 student authors; and LEAP for Ghana, an international literacy project that builds libraries, trains teachers, and empowers children through literature. He visits schools and libraries, has owned several publishing companies, written for stage and television,  produced jazz and book festivals, and taught in a high school. In 2015, Kwame will serve as Bank Street College of Education’s first writer-in-residence. Visit him at KwameAlexander.com 

Whoa. Is this the same Kwame Alexander who was just interviewed on PBS NewsHour last week? 

The one and only.

He's here – on Today's Little Ditty – for National Poetry Month???

Pick your jaw up off the floor. Let me tell you...

I first heard the buzz about The Crossover around this time last year. I put the book on my to-read list, but with a basketball player on the front cover, I wasn't in any hurry.  Not that I had anything against basketball, mind you. In high school, my mother and I spent many a night on her bed with cans of Diet Coke and a pan of popcorn between us, as we rooted for the N.Y. Knicks on TV.  But a basketball novel-in-verse?

Such a shame I didn't see this at the time:

It was October when I finally cracked open The Crossover:

From The Crossover by Kwame Alexander (click to enlarge)

Are you kidding me?  

I was seduced by the energy and rhythm of the language before I even had a chance to get sucked into the story or invested in the lives of its characters. (That came soon enough.)

I was hooked... as in, hook shot... as in, a powerhouse explosion... nothing but net.

THE CROSSOVER, by Kwame Alexander
Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, Mar 2014
ISBN: 978-0544107717
Click HERE to order.

Like many twins, 12 year old Josh Bell and his brother JB have always shared a strong bond. We see it both on the court and within their loving, close-knit family. When a "pulchritudinous" girl comes between the brothers and the declining health of their dad becomes a frightening reality, Josh's once-stable world spirals out of control.

The Crossover is about so much more than basketball.  Rich in relationship dynamics, this is a multi-layered story about family, friendship, adolescence... and, true to the game which is its lifeline, it's also poetry in motion. The heart-racing, trash-talking swagger that you read in "Dribbling" is counterbalanced with softer, introspective moments of uncertainty – a boy just trying to make sense of his life.  Like his main character, Kwame Alexander puts it ALL out there.

Kwame Alexander, The Crossover

It's wonderful to hear about reluctant readers, boys mostly, being engaged and transformed by this book. But honestly, this is a story that all readers will be able to connect with. Case in point: my 11 year old daughter, who has not had the benefit of popcorn-coke-basketball evenings with Mom, nor any interest in team sports whatsoever.  She loved it as much as I did.

Within 24 hours of reading The Crossover, I emailed Kwame to see if I could get him on the blog.  He responded that he was under deadline for two novels and would April be a possibility? Absolutely! I would LOVE to feature him for National Poetry Month!  I knew that I was a bit late to the game since The Crossover would have been out for over a year, but I didn't care. I was driven to share this book.

Photo: Nataki Hewling
2015 ALA honorees (from L ro R):
Christopher Myers, Kwame Alexander, Jason Reynolds,
Jacqueline Woodson, and Rita Williams-Garcia

When the Newbery Medal announcement came at the beginning of February –  SHAZAM! – guess who's the luckiest blogger on the planet?  I confess, I had my doubts whether Kwame would be able or willing to keep his commitment given all the fabulous opportunities that were suddenly at his doorstep. But honorable man that he is, he didn't hesitate for a moment.

Now comes the embarrassing part.

When I received Kwame's responses to my interview questions last month, he kindly thanked me for the interview opportunity, but pointed out that the title of the book is The Crossover, not The Crossing.

I didn't...  O.M.G. Yes, I did.

Those who know me at all, know that I'm rather anal careful about such things. I was mortified. I mention this not only to clear my conscience, but to let you know that Kwame Alexander, besides being honorable, talented, and easy on the eyes, is also a forgiving man with a great sense of humor... right, Kwame?

Please help me welcome Kwame Alexander to Today's Little Ditty. It's an honor and a delight to be celebrating National Poetry Month together!

This is ALSO to let you, my readers, know that I have proofread this post at least 53 times, so if you find any typos, oversights, or grammatical errors, please keep them to yourselves.  Otherwise, I'm afraid I might pass out.

So let's get to the interview, shall we?

Kwame's five favorites:

            Childhood memory: Eating my Granny's hot rolls on Sundays after church

            Subject in school: Psychology

            Food:  Lobster Mac-and-Cheese (yummm... recipe HERE)

            Music: Bossa Nova

            Vacation spot: Tuscany 


You didn’t start out as a children’s author.  In fact, I read in another interview that, early on, you were pretty keen on becoming a doctor. Fast forward to today and there are seven words that describe you at the top of your website. They are: POET. KIDS AUTHOR. NOVELIST. TEACHER. COOL DUDE. Is that the order in which you now define yourself? You consider yourself a poet first? 

My wife has asked me to edit and delete. LOL! Yes, I'm a poet and an educator, I suppose. That's my job, and it probably encompasses everything else. I don't believe writing is just pen to paper. It's living a life worth writing about. As for being cool, that just happened recently (smile).

Thinking about your writing process, how does the writing of poetry differ from the writing of a novel-in-verse?

One is writing poems. The other is writing a novel...that happens to be told through poetry. It's twice as hard. You not only have to think about the craft of writing a novel, creating a narrative with believable and memorable characters and conflicts, but you have to employ the ingredients that go into making a poem behave.

What inspired you to write The Crossover?  Did you always intend to write it as a verse novel? What do you think a novel-in-verse can accomplish that a typical prose novel cannot?

I knew The Crossover would be a novel-in-verse from the very beginning. I was inspired to create a book that boys and reluctant readers would pick up and not be able to put down. That's the power of verse: it's accessible, rhythmic, and concise.

Would you share a favorite selection from The Crossover?

Page 159 may be my favorite, because you can read it four different ways, and get a different take on the same theme. Love that poem.

From The Crossover by Kwame Alexander (click to enlarge)

"Da Man" Kwame Alexander
COURTESY ALEXANDER FAMILY

Josh’s nickname in The Crossover is “Filthy McNasty,” inspired by a jazz number recorded by the Horace Silver Quintet. If you were to give yourself a similarly colorful nickname, what would it be?

Da Man! (Sound familiar?)

From Michelle: If this does not sound familiar, you're probably one of the handful of people out there who have not read this book yet. Do yourself a favor and read it!

Can you give us a hint about what’s coming up next for you?

A novel about a boy who loves soccer and hates reading, and a few picture books.

I don’t want to bring this interview to a close without touching on your passion for literacy. Can you tell us what the Book-in-a-Day and LEAP for Ghana literacy programs mean to you?

I believe in the power of words to change the world. That seems possible to me.  Both of these literacy programs are just my little way of trying to open a world of possible for children at home and abroad.

Photo: LEAPforGhana.org
Kwame with the recipients of the Nikki Giovanni LEAP for Ghana Scholarship.

If you had all the world’s children in one room, what would you tell them?

We'd chant "YES" over and over.

Finally, please tell us what you have chosen as this month’s ditty challenge.​

Pick a celebrity and write a clerihew. These are some of my favorite poems to write. Enjoy!

Game on! 

For those who don't know, a clerihew is a short, often absurd, biographical poem. It was invented in 1890 by a schoolboy named Edmund Clerihew Bentley. Here are the rules of the form:

• Clerihews have four lines, consisting of two rhyming couplets: the first and second lines must rhyme, and the third and fourth lines must rhyme.
• A specific person should be named in the first line.
• Something should be said about that person to make the reader smile or laugh.
• There's no need to count words or syllables, or worry about the poem's rhythm.

For some examples, see this lesson on how to write a clerihew by U.S. Children's Poet Laureate Kenn Nesbitt, or Jama Rattigan's review of Bob Raczka's new book of clerihews, Presidential Misadventures.


HOW TO PARTICIPATE: 

Throughout the month, send your clerihews to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. For children under 13 who would like to participate, please read my COPPA compliance statement located below the contact form.

BLOGGER FRIENDS:  Thank you for publishing your poems on your own blogs– I love that!  Please also remember to send me a copy of your poem or a direct link to your post. That way I know I have your permission to post your poem on Today's Little Ditty.

Some poems may be published on the blog as daily ditties, but all of them will appear in a wrap-up celebration on April 24th, 2015.

To sweeten the deal, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt has graciously agreed to provide an autographed copy of The Crossover to one lucky participant, selected randomly, at the end of the month.

Slammerific!

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Before I announce the winner of the March DMC giveaway, there were a couple of last minute entries you might want to check out.  Many thanks for enriching my life with so many beautiful tanka last month and to Margarita Engle, of course, for inspiring us all!

Random.org has determined that the winner of Orangutanka by Margarita Engle, with illustrations by Renée Kurilla is:

CHARLES WATERS – Congratulations, Charles!

Our first Poetry Friday roundup for National Poetry Month is being hosted by none other than Amy Ludwig VanDerwater.  Join Amy at The Poem Farm where her arms are open, her heart is singing, and poetry love abounds.




If you're looking for creative ways to celebrate National Poetry Month, Jama Rattigan is your go-to for NPM festivites at Alphabet Soup.

Two Line Tuesday: Lawrence Ferlinghetti

"Imagine" by MeganAllen

Poetry is the shadow

cast by our streetlight imaginations.

– Lawrence Ferlinghetti

March DMC Wrap-Up + Giveaway

"Seasons" by SpecterCody

At the beginning of the month, Margarita Engle challenged us to write a tanka. She asked us to think of it as a travel diary in five lines (short, long, short, long, long), using fewer than 30 syllables.  Even if we chose to stay close to home, Margarita encouraged us to "seek the resonance that enters a poem only when it is touched by the stillness of nature."

It's my distinct pleasure to share with you the marvelous garden of poetry I received over the past four weeks.  For ease of reading, I've divided the tanka into groupings based on the four seasons. Admittedly, not all of the poems were conveniently compartmentalized – those found soil wherever I chose to plant them.

I hope you enjoy this celebration of the natural world around us. Thank you, Margarita, for the opportunity to gather so much beauty in one place.

All poems are copyright 2015, and published with permission of the authors, who control all rights.






SUMMER...

Yellow jacket warn.
Prickly pear bloom fruity barb.
Will me still.
Bird sing behind red wing.
I am listening.

~ NoNieqa Ramos

                                                  Nighttime

                                                  Chiming crickets

                                                  Chatter after natures

                                                  Crying jag, earths perfumed

                                                  Scent drifts from saturated clay

                                                  Into my spirit.

                                                  ~ Charles Waters

                                                                                                         Fireflies hover in
                                                                                                         Summer, mirroring Obon’s
                                                                                                         Boats with lanterns on
                                                                                                         Their sterns, carrying the light
                                                                                                         Of ancestors to heaven.

                                                                                                         ~ Jayne Moraski
Fluctuating Flight

Legs and wings flailing,
the crane fly hovers spasticly
​in my air space.
Its erratic flight pattern
causes me turbulence.

~ Bridget Magee

                                                  Relocation Service

                                                  Wiggling through dirt
                                                  squiggling past roots and rocks
                                                  seeking the best rot
                                                  captured by small hands caressed
                                                  and carried to distant berms.

                                                  ~ Maria Marshall

                                                                                                       Embrace puppy face.
                                                                                                       Wet kiss, soft snuggly warm snout.
                                                                                                       World an adventure –
                                                                                                       First sip from a bowl – play time.
                                                                                                       Dunks face, paw, and then all in!

                                                                                                       ~ Leane Gill
At the water’s edge
gulls screech at my invasion,
skitter-scatter ;
only the waves, dauntless,
whisper closer in welcome.

~ Keri Collins Lewis

                                                  Wet mounds form turrets.
                                                  Set back from incoming waves.​​
                                                  Sand castle haven –​​​
                                                  Waves wash our troubles–playtime.​​
                                                  Driftwood drawbridge connects us.​

                                                  ~ Leane Gill

                                                                                                         Orange and red sky,
                                                                                                         Ball of gold sun horizon.
                                                                                                         I watch from window.
                                                                                                         Day’s end brings comfort to me.
                                                                                                         Time to eat, relax, and sleep.

                                                                                                         ~ Leane Gill 
AUTUMN...

Autumn Tanka

chilled winds chase summer
horsetail clouds etch azure skies
showy leaves float free
chevrons of geese sail above
winter knocks at the window

~ Rosi Hollinbeck

                                                  Still as a statue
                                                  keen eyes scan the field below,
                                                  spot a flash of gray.
                                                  Swooping down on silent wings,
                                                  red-tailed hawk scoops up breakfast.

                                                  ~ Catherine Flynn

                                                                                                     Invasion

                                                                                                     "TINK" on the fireplace
                                                                                                     lured me to the living room
                                                                                                     glass vase overturned
                                                                                                     horrified to spy possum
                                                                                                     boldly invading my space

                                                                                                     made a barricade
                                                                                                     broom thrust into hissing face
                                                                                                     frightful bared teeth
                                                                                                     no room here for both of us
                                                                                                     trespasser ushered outside

                                                                                                     ~ Kristi Dee Veitenheimer
Kicking flakes of soil
Startled by a stirring noise
A black horse swished by
On his way out of the barn
Kitten munching on some grain

~ Robyn Campbell
                                                                 Ireland

                                                                 Patchwork of verdant
                                                                 fields speckled with cows and sheep,
                                                                 Ancients stones whisper
                                                                 legends behind castle walls,
                                                                 Winds etch cliffs covered in time.

                                                                 ~ Kathleen Mazurowski

WINTER...

Snow day, a home day.
Facebook travels fail
my bucket list dreamings
of treks through mountain forests,
Swims through blue green waters.

~ Linda Mitchell

                                                  City Snowfall

                                                  Loud, yellow plow trucks
                                                  push new snow aside, away,
                                                  for slow-moving cars
                                                  that carefully watch us slide
                                                  cheering, down the dirty mounds.

                                                  ~ Matt Forrest Esenwine

                                                                                                    By the Christmas tree
                                                                                                    a shiny yellow dump truck
                                                                                                    with wheels the size of
                                                                                                    saucers, wrapped in a huge red bow,
                                                                                                    waits for the boy’s shouts of joy.

                                                                                                    ~ Catherine Flynn

robin lingers
-feathers tremble in the breeze-
soaks in sun’s rays,
holds tight the winter-dried stalk.
flies home, carpentry needed

~ Linda Baie

                                                  her ashes in a box
                                                  on the passenger seat
                                                  late winter sun
                                                  the ground and I will thaw
                                                  when the time is right

                                                  ~ Diane Mayr
 

SPRING...
 
The chill says "morning,"
says "alive" as layers of light
unfurl for crows overhead
they call, respond --
they know where they're going.

~ Tabatha Yeatts

                                                  Sun overlooks
                                                  blessing a lonely smoke stack.
                                                  Coulee wildflowers
                                                  preach yellow sonnets
                                                  while moon graces morning clouds.

                                                  ~ Margaret Simon

                                                                                                             Amidst a dry March,
                                                                                                             this misty California
                                                                                                             morning turned rainy.
                                                                                                             I turn around to find a
                                                                                                             rainbow, smiling upside-down.

                                                                                                             ~ Karin Fisher-Golton

deep, sleepy snow banks
melt beneath buttery rays
happy harbingers
stretch upward with verdant arms
daffodils awakening

~ Mindy Gars Dolandis

rain again last night
temperatures above freezing
two cocoons wait

it's been a long, dark winter
the right moment is coming

~ Mary Lee Hahn

Feeling inspired?

You have until Tuesday, March 31st, to send your tanka to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right.

Participants in this month's challenge will be automatically entered to win an autographed copy of Margarita Engle's delightful picture book, ORANGUTANKA. (One entry per participant, not per poem.)

Alternatively, you may enter the giveaway by commenting below.  If you contribute a poem and comment below you will earn two entries in total. Comments must also be received by Tuesday, March 31st.

The winner will be determined by Random.org and announced next Friday, April 3rd, when we reveal our new Spotlight ON interview and ditty challenge. Good luck!


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THANK YOU to all of you who voted for my third round poem, "The Cloud Weavers" in March Madness. Alas, it did not survive Medusa's stony glare, but the good news is TLD contributors Renée LaTulippe and Buffy Silverman are still in the running!  We're down to the "Final Four" poets now, all of whom are excellent, so be sure to follow along at Think Kid Think and cast your votes for your favorite poems in the final two rounds.

I can't tell you what a joy it's been leafing through my copy of the PFA for CELEBRATIONS and how PROUD I am to be a part of it! (I have poems for World Thinking Day and World Red Cross Day.) This baby is not only sweet, but smart too – fully bilingual in fact. And have you checked out all the fun monthly activities on the "Poetry Celebrations" website?  Both the Teacher/Librarian and Student editions are now available for purchase. Teacher/Librarian Edition: on Amazon or QEP Books. Student Edition: on Amazon or call QEP at 800-323-6787.

The talented Jone Rush MacCulloch is our host this week for the Poetry Friday roundup.  I suggest you Check It Out!

DMC: "Narcissus" by Michelle Kogan

Poem and illustration © 2015 Michelle Kogan. 

All rights reserved.

Margarita Engle has challenged us to write a tanka this month. She suggests we think of it as a five-line travel diary about a subject of our choice. Click HERE for more details.

Send your tanka to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration TOMORROW, March 27th. One lucky participant will win an autographed copy of Margarita's delightful new picture book: