bubbles, butterflies & baseball

Apparently unrelated, perhaps, but the words in the title do, in fact, have something in common: they are the topics of the three new titles in the T-Tales collection by Topka.

Bubbles book cover
Bubbles
Where's my Butterfly?
Where's my Butterfly?
Playing for Papa
Playing for Papa

 

 

 

 

 

 

And those are the books I’ll be reading at two separate readings/story-telling sessions in Madrid this coming Saturday, December 13th.

The first reading is at Kirikú y la Bruja at 12 noon, and the second at the Librería Oriental at 5:30pm.

I’ve read poetry in front of adult audiences often enough, at open mikes and individual readings, but I’ll admit to being a bit bemused by the idea of a cuentacuentos session. It occurs to me that I’ll be as old as the abuelos of most of the children there, and I’m afraid I don’t feel in the least grandmotherly.

Still, my editor has talked about bubble mixture, which is always fun, and balloons, too, so I gather she’s hoping for some audience participation. I just hope no one expects me to play baseball.

The story behind my picture-poem book Bubbles can be read here.

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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