A song, a picture and a poem. It’s up to you to decide how they fit together. Subway Opera I tell myself that I can handle this. He’s just sick speaking French to me, frantically his dark hands fluttering his chapped lips so close to my cheek they’ll catch in my hair. This… Continue reading A song, a picture and a poem
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.
Interview at Reading Lark
‘Ello kids. Just wanted to give you a quick heads up to let you know that the nice folks over at Reading Lark invited me for a chat. And they offered to do a giveaway so you can win a copy of Lizzy Speare and the Cursed Tomb. And there is still a giveaway going… Continue reading Interview at Reading Lark
Guest Post at Buried in Books
‘Ello kiddies! I’m over at Buried in Books today talking about writing. Shocker, right? But I won’t tell you exactly what I’m talking about other than the answers to all your novel-writing questions are there. One of the comments someone left says “I adore this guest post because it’s SO DANG TRUE!” You know I… Continue reading Guest Post at Buried in Books
Camp Visits, Lizzy on Sale, and Art, Oh My!
Hi folks! So some update-y things to share. First and foremost I’m so excited for my first Lizzy Speare and the Cursed Tomb reading/author visit which is coming up this summer at Surprise Lake Camp! Yup, I’m that excited. So when the lovely folks at SLC invited me to come up and hang out and… Continue reading Camp Visits, Lizzy on Sale, and Art, Oh My!
Saturday Morning at the Blue Hour
Not all poetry sites are created equal. I really hate to say that, but it’s true. Having a web page is not the same thing as being a good poetry editor and having an eye for good work. But the good folks at the Blue Hour, they really know what they’re doing. And when I… Continue reading Saturday Morning at the Blue Hour