Books with author Kenneth A O'Shaughnessy

The Boy with the Pig Nose, written by Kenneth A O'Shaughnessy and illustrated by Kenneth A O'Shaughnessy and Andrew Cannon O'Shaughnessy is a story about accepting others for who they are. A mother is bothered by her son's pig nose, and wants something done about it. As her son changes, she is surprised to discover that it is her thoughts that really needed to change.The whimsical illustrations are "claymation" figures made by Kenneth and his 8 year old son Andy, for whom the story was created several years ago. This is their first book together.

These are the letters from Hana the cat to her dearly missed owner and her siblings. She was left without her favorite person for a full month. I promised Nancy a photo of Hana every day while she was gone, and Hana decided letters would be more appropriate, she being a literate kitty and all. So, with my little help, Hana wrote daily, mostly about what cats are most interested in - themselves!

“What’s for breakfast?” I ask Mum. She’s bustling around the kitchen in her bright yellow apron over her bright pink dress. They stand out against her dusty grey skin. She wears special gloves called Handz-On to make sure her fingers stay on her hands while she cooks and cleans.“I’ll have brainpancakes ready in a minute,” she says.Brainpancakes aren’t as scary as they sound. Well, they don’t taste scary. My mother serves them in plates that look like the tops of skulls. The pan puts grooves in them so they look like brains. And they have brains (not human!) in the batter.Maybe they are as scary as they sound._____________Ace has a problem with what's for breakfast. It's not too much spinach in the scrambled eggs - it's too much human baby!Join Ace's friends Drake the vampire and Accalia the werewolf, as together they try to save the baby from Ace's zombie family!

“What’s for breakfast?” I ask Mum. She’s bustling around the kitchen in her bright yellow apron over her bright pink dress. They stand out against her dusty grey skin. She wears special gloves called Handz-On to make sure her fingers stay on her hands while she cooks and cleans. “I’ll have brainpancakes ready in a minute,” she says. Brainpancakes aren’t as scary as they sound. Well, they don’t taste scary. My mother serves them in plates that look like the tops of skulls. The pan puts grooves in them so they look like brains. And they have brains (not human!) in the batter. Maybe they are as scary as they sound. _____________ Ace has a problem with what's for breakfast. It's not too much spinach in the scrambled eggs - it's too much human baby! Join Ace's friends Drake the vampire and Accalia the werewolf, as together they try to save the baby from Ace's zombie family!

Poetry. "Keith O'Shaughnessy has composed INCOMMUNICADO with extraordinary thoroughness. Sensuous images, swelling syntax, and haunting recurrences are here organized into a set of varied patterns at once intricate, gorgeous, and rigid. INCOMMUNICADO arranges its paradoxical shards—art, appetite, beauty, decay—into a lush and austere design. I know of no book like it."—Rachel Hadas"INCOMMUNICADO, yes. But not in the way one might first guess. The poems in Keith O'Shaughnessy's collection are ... accessible and memorable, full of vivid images ... These are poems—in the tradition of Augustine, Lao Tzu, Christian mystics, Zen—about the ineffable, that which must be spoken to but cannot be spoken of."—H. L. Hix"Keith O'Shaughnessy's book of poems INCOMMUNICADO is a marvel of craft and passion ... These poems are bold, they are well made, and they dare the reader to drop everything and join the dance."—Ifeanyi Menkiti

Strangely caught up out of the rut and routine of Paris war-work, not even choosing my direction (the Fates did that), contributing, however, the eternal readiness of my soul, which the poet says is all, I was conveyed, as on a magic carpet, to the blue valleys and the rust and gold and jasper hills of A lsace, where the color is laid on thick, thick. There I was one, during many historic days, of the delightful group of blue-clad, scarred, decorated officers forming the French Military Mission, which since the autumn of 1914 had administered the little reconquered triangle of Alsace and planted in it the seed for the re-G allicizing of A lsace Lorraine. It was a bit of French history in the making, which detached itself quite peculiarly free from the mass of war happenings, somewhat as a medallion from that against which it is placed. My little book shows how humanly and simply the men of the French Military Mission, accustomed to supreme events, together with a woman from over the seas, lived through those thirteen historic days preceding the armistice. It will perhaps be worth the readers while I mean the nice, bright, perceptive readers while for mostly the throbbing, high-colored beauty of Alsace is veiled by dusty, argumentative, statistical pamphlets, so many of which are printed, so few of which are read. I once saw a great building full of such, and dozens of them were presented me for my sins, though I had never thought to read another book on A lsace, much less to write one.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made

These are the letters from Hana the cat to her dearly missed owner and her siblings. She was left without her favorite person for a full month. I promised Nancy a photo of Hana every day while she was gone, and Hana decided letters would be more appropriate, she being a literate kitty and all. So, with my little help, Hana wrote daily, mostly about what cats are most interested in - themselves!