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 salessandromartinez.com and be sure to follow me at twitter.com/The_Morda_Shin.
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
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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 salessandromartinez.com and be sure to follow them at twitter.com/The_Morda_Shin