Stream of Consciousness: Creating a New Reality


Creating you own reality is an especially appealing idea to me right now, especially when so many realities around us are a carcophany of screenshots I much prefer to deleate.  So here is a sample of my alternate universe!

Here’s a close up of one of my screenshots with my book “Fantasy Animals.”


What Binge readers my stuffed animals are! And this is what happens if you let them read “Fantasy Animals” without adult supervision. Why don’t you check it out here? www.amazon.com/dp/B01LYJAGLK. These guys, up all night, acting out the parts. 

Jump on in. Find an alternate universe in the world of imagination and parable!
And for another alternate universe try shopping on my new website HERE. You never know what the world of imagination can bring you!

Halloween is Art! Halloween Treats…


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“Monster” painting by Hannah Blankenship, Western Hills High School Art Student

Everywhere you turn, costumes, paintings, face painting,  and hair styles dress the Halloween.

 

 

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“Monster” by Maci Tackett, Western Hills High School art student

At Western Hills High School in Frankfort, Kentucky, we celebrated our new status as a Distinguished School with special activities including an outdoor cook out for lunch. The weather was beautiful today! Perfect day for a picnic!

 

 

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“Ghost” by Kanice Prince, Western Hills High School art student.

Our High School students in the art room treated the Western Hills Day Care trick -or- treaters with a little chocolate!

 

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AND WHO REMEMBERS GOMEZ AND MORTICIA?

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A POEM FOR HALLOWEEN BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

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The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore–
    While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door–
            Only this and nothing more.”
    Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
    Eagerly I wished the morrow;–vainly I had sought to borrow
    From my books surcease of sorrow–sorrow for the lost Lenore–
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore–
            Nameless here for evermore.
    And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me–filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
    So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
    “’Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door–
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;–
            This it is and nothing more.”
    Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
    But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
    And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”–here I opened wide the door;–
            Darkness there and nothing more.
    Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
    But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
    And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”–
            Merely this and nothing more.
    Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
    “Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
      Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore–
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;–
            ’Tis the wind and nothing more!”
    Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
    Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
    But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door–
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door–
            Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore–
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning–little relevancy bore;
    For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
    Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door–
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
            With such name as “Nevermore.”
    But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
    Nothing farther then he uttered–not a feather then he fluttered–
    Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before–
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
            Then the bird said “Nevermore.”
    Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
    Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
    Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore–
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
            Of ‘Never–nevermore’.”
    But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
    Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
    Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore–
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
            Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”
    This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
    This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
    On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
    Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
    “Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee–by these angels he hath sent thee
    Respite–respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!–prophet still, if bird or devil!–
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted–
    On this home by Horror haunted–tell me truly, I implore–
Is there–is there balm in Gilead?–tell me–tell me, I implore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!–prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us–by that God we both adore–
    Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
    It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore–
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    “Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting–
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
    Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
    Leave my loneliness unbroken!–quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
    And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
    And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
    And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
            Shall be lifted–nevermore!

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Anna Dewdney, Best Selling Children’s Author


Story by Elahe Izadi, September 6, The Washington Post

This beloved children’s author didn’t want a funeral. She said read to a child instead. – The Washington Post

 

 

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Anna Dewdney, the best-selling children’s author and illustrator behind the popular “Llama Llama” series, once wrote that “empathy is as important as literacy.”

 

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“When we read with a child, we are doing so much more than teaching him to read or instilling in her a love of language,” Dewdney wrote for the Wall Street Journal in 2013.
This is the legacy left by Dewdney, who died Saturday at her Vermont home after a 15-month battle with brain cancer. She was 50.

 

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Dewdney illustrated several successful children’s books in the 1990s. Her 2005 book “Llama Llama Red Pajama,” about the anxiety of bedtime and separation, began a series that frequented the New York Times Best Sellers lists.
Her obituary contains many of the key details of her life, including how she worked as a waitress and rural mail carrier before making it big as a full-time author. But this is how it

 

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concluded: “She requested that in lieu of a funeral service that people read to a child instead.”
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Dewdney wrote more than 10 Baby Llama books, and Netflix is producing a “Llama Llama” series due in 2017, according to her obituary.
“I did my books about llamas because I love the sound to the word ‘llama.’ But they’re just so funny,” she told The Washington Post’s Ron Charles in 2015. “They have such wonderful expressive faces. They’re fuzzy and goofy, and they’re just fun to look at.”
The author and illustrator was also an outspoken advocate for children’s literacy. In the WSJ piece, Dewdney wrote about how reading to children does more than teaching them to love books:
The author had encouraged adults to have fun while reading by using funny voices and also to ask about the plot, talk about how the story makes them feel and ask children whether they can relate to the plot.
“Be human, loving, and strong, and that will allow the children in your care to be human, loving, and strong,” she wrote. “Perhaps, the next time those children feel like hitting or pinching someone, they’ll hold off and ask for a hug from you instead.”

 

Elahe Izadi is a pop culture writer for The Washington Post.

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“Fantasy Animals”: Coming Soon!


Children’s Story coming to Amazon.com soon, written and illustrated by Janis Kirstein.  You don’t want to miss this!

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In a  world of conflict and division, this is the story of two very unlikely animals who are born literally joined at the hip. Their life journey and close proximity force these two creatures to learn to get along, or they will not survive the Amazon jungles of their village home.

 

This unlikely pair are born together in the tradition of the Mexican Alebrijes, which are brightly colored Oaxacan-Mexican folk art sculptures of fantastical creatures originating from the paper mache- and/or-wood carved adaptions which were pioneered by Arrazola, a Mexican craftsman in the 1930’s. Miraculously enough, this is the story of an Alebrijie that actually comes to life as an African Lion and a South These two animals have no choice but to learn the lessons of cooperation and understanding which results in appreciation and shared love. Through their newly gained empathy and understanding, they begin to resolve their frustrating differences through a multitude of hilarious adventures. This children’s story provides a humorous example of two characters forced to live together as one and how they grow from a place of constant irritation with one another to a new place of understanding, flexibility and love.

Many links to lesson plans and relevant information for classroom teachers will be included.

 

I am am almost ready to push the publish button on Amazon, so stay tuned!

 

Lesson plan link coming soon!

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An art piece based on the inspiration of the Mexican Alebrijes, or brightly colored animals made in the 1930’s.

 

 

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