Friday's Special Is...Earrings of Ixtumea!

Earrings of Ixtumea by Kim Baccellia

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Kim's writing credits include numerous poems published in a variety of magazines, ranging from Beginnings magazine and Latino Stuff Review to Coil magazine. Her poem, My Father , appears in the Mind Mutations Anthology published by The Sun Rising Poetry Press. Her essay on the adoption of her son, Finally, Our Turn , appeared in both Adoptive Families magazine and the Adoptive Families 2003-2004 Adoption Guide . She is also a member of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators ( SCBWI).

Another interesting thing about Kim is she's related to the author of "Tarzan." In that vein, let's get swinging with her excerpt!


Excerpt:

Could the earrings really be a portal to some world, a world her abuela called Ixtumea?

For once she wished she had listened to those off-the-wall tales.

A high-pitched scream broke Lupe’s concentration. She pulled her earplugs out, thinking at first her iPod was broken. But the sound surrounded her. Startled, she dropped her iPod and backpack. Books and papers scattered on the ground. Passersby seemed not to hear the sound.

The inhuman scream increased in volume. The hairs on the back of Lupe’s neck stood up.

Will this nightmare never end?

Lupe looked around. What’s that sound? She expected to find someone hurt, but nothing appeared out of the ordinary.

Lupe bent to pick up her books and papers. As she shoved everything into her backpack, she glanced over her shoulder and bit her lip. She groped for her iPod. It lay in the gutter with a thin crack down its side.

The sound intensified.

She tossed the broken iPod inside her backpack, fumbling with the zipper. Adrenaline surged through her; she scrambled to get her legs under her, but they’d gone to jelly.

Then she saw him.

Out of nowhere, a bare-chested young man with funky leather underwear jogged across the street, coming toward her. His strong muscular torso rippled with each movement. The panic jangled through her, prickling her skin. Only one thought went through her mind: get home, and fast.

The stranger crossed the street, his eyes never leaving hers.

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Questions:

1) How many songs does Kim have on her I Pod?

2) What is Kim's favorite jelly?

3) Hmmm... "Funky leather underwear." Sounds like a perfect haiku topic, doesn't it? Get busy and write a haiku about funky underwear, leather or not.