Savagery While I understand it is a savagery that overtime will be abated though not extinguished and that it grows from intuition and not understanding I still find it terrifyingly poignant to watch a shrieking toddler chase a pigeon with such ferocious determination as if were he able he would catch each… Continue reading Poem – Savagery
Author: Ally Malinenko
I live in Brooklyn which is good except when it’s not which is horrid. I’ve been writing for awhile, and have some stuff published and some stuff not.
I don’t like when people refer to pets as their children and I can’t resist a handful of cheez-its when offered.
I have a burning desire to go to Antarctica, specifically to the South Pole so I can see where Robert Falcon Scott died.
I like to read books. I like to write stories and poems. I even wrote some novels. You can read them.
Six Gallery Bowie
So back in 2008, Six Gallery Press published my first (and currently only) book of poems entitled The Wanting Bone. Why am I telling you this? Cause they got a new blog and I think you should check it out. They publish really great writers like John Grochalski (who in full disclosure I am married… Continue reading Six Gallery Bowie
Point Mass Anthology
Since my last post was so long, I’ll keep this one short. I just wanted to say thank you to AJ Huffman at Kind of a Hurricane press for including my poem, Astronaut in her anthology Point Mass. You can download the whole thing here for free or you can buy a paperback copy from Amazon.… Continue reading Point Mass Anthology
If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?
The title is an Einstein quote. Put on your smarty glasses kids. We’re gonna talk about Research. One of my favorite parts about writing a book is doing the research. When I was writing Lizzy I spent hours looking up mythological creatures and Shakespeare in the library. I used books like Barthe’s and the Encyclopedia… Continue reading If we knew what it was we were doing, it would not be called research, would it?
Nine Years Later
Anniversary “I’ll wait for you. And should I fall behind wait for me” -Bruce Springsteen We clink glasses, exhausted from another late night in a long week and I tell you that 9 years ago tomorrow we were in New Orleans me feeling sick from the heat but soon sicker from eating year old cake.… Continue reading Nine Years Later