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Featured Artist: S. Alessandro Martinez

Updated: Apr 23, 2021

S. Alessandro Martinez is a horror and fantasy writer living in Southern California. His writings have appeared in several magazines and anthologies. He was first published in Deadman’s Tome with the story ‘The Corruption in the Deep’. He enjoys writing about all sorts of horror, especially about unspeakable creatures, body-horror, and supernatural terror. He also enjoys writing high fantasy. He has a fantastical world of his own creation filled with stories of mystical and terrible creatures, fantastic races, and powerful magic.

You can find all information on my writing at and be sure to follow me at

What does poetry mean to you?

I write poetry that is morbid with whimsical qualities, and sometimes has a bit of dark humor. So to me, poetry means fun.

What inspires your poetry?

Lots of things. Tim Burton's poetry is a big influence, if you couldn't tell. Creepy weirdness, supernatural, death, darkness. Those kinds of things inspire me.

Which are most important to you: (1) joy, (2) peace, (3) patience, (4) kindness, (5) self-control, (6) faithfulness, (7) gentleness, (8) love, or (9) goodness? If you can, explain why.

Those are all important to me. If I had to pick a top three, I'd go for faithfulness, kindness, and love. I feel that these three are things everyone should possess. If you can't be faithful, who is ever going to trust you? Kindness helps everyone. Kindness is much more effective than meanness. And I can only speak for myself, but I can't ever bring myself to be unkind. As for love, well, everyone needs love. That's not limited to romantic love. Love others, love yourself, love the things you enjoy doing, love that movie, love that book, love your pet.

What sort of things are you looking forward to improving this year?

My writing of course. Both poetry and prose. Skills can always be improved!

What is one big dream you have?

To have my high fantasy series published and enjoyed by lots of people.

The Girl with No Face


When I was little

I knew a girl with no face

She wore a black dress

With a collar of lace

All she ever wanted

Were some friends of her own

But she never made any

She was always alone

She couldn’t see, or speak

She couldn’t hear as well

She never tasted food

And she couldn’t even smell

All the boys and the girls

They would always make fun

The poor girl with no face

Was totally shunned

But late one night

She came up with a scheme

A fantastic plan

To realize her dream

She visited her classmates

Where they slept in their homes

And snuck inside quietly

Carrying a stone

She crept inside bedrooms

And caved in their heads

She took what she needed

Leaving the rest in their beds

Back at her house

She worked all night long

Stitching and sewing

Until it was dawn

It was a patchwork of skin

A piece from each child

She put on her new face

And for the first time she smiled

Find all information on S. Alessandro Martinez's writing at and be sure to follow them at

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