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Welcome! A few years ago, I discovered an application that artists employ in their works to bring cultural awareness to their audiences. Having discerned this semiotic theory that applies to literature, music, art, film, and the media, I have devoted the blog, "Theory of Iconic Realism" to explore this theory. The link to the publisher of my book is below. If you or your university would like a copy of this book for your library or if you would like to review it for a scholarly journal, please contact the Edwin Mellen Press at the link listed below. Looking forward to hearing from you!


I will present or have presented research on Sydney Owenson (Lady Morgan) at the following location(s):

October, 2019: Elms College, Chicopee, Massachusetts: "A Declaration of Independence: Dissolving Sociolinguistic Borders in the Literature of Sydney Owenson (Lady Morgan)"

06 August, 2018

Mid-Summer Magic!

We are now in that dynamic aspect of the zodiac calendar known as Leo, which I am. Below is a little Southern recipe to quench your thirst. You need not add the bourbon if that’s not your cup of tea. ;)

Mint Julep Iced Tea

8 mint leaves *
1 lemon, sliced *
1 lime, sliced *
1 cup bourbon
3 cups cold sweetened tea *
Cubed or crushed ice
* You can substitute Celestial Seasonings ‘Lemon Zinger’ tea, about 4 tea bags with 2 quarts of water in place of all these starred ingredients.

Combine first 3 ingredients in a 2-quart pitcher, pressing with spoon to crush mint.
Stir in bourbon and tea. Add ice.  Makes 2 quarts.

My Poems/Flash Fiction : 

Fairy Dust
Outstretched limbs
intricately ethereal 
a renaissance 
instantly transform
momentarily suspend
reality and fantasy 
dust to dust.


Tea Lights

The tea trickles
through my throat,
settles in, and I surrender.


The End of the Rainbow

It was a beautiful day, the kind when we loved to play outside all day long, imagining wonderful childhood scenarios of superheroes and lands conquered.

But today, we were on a mission to the Tile Man's house. Mom and Dad needed to buy new tiles.We all hopped in the car, sat in our designated seats, Dad at the wheel, cigarette lit. We were ready. Dad drove to a strange place, down a wooded lane to a quaint, pastel painted cottage. My siblings and I were instructed,"Play quietly in the yard, while we go inside and choose the tiles." 

Soon, the sunny day turned cloudy, and I was given the task of going inside to alert the adults that "It's going to rain." And it did. It poured. But... as suddenly as the rain began, it stopped. The sun blazed brighter than before. That's when we saw it! Suspended in mid-air, were glistening medallions, golden, sparkling, glimmering! "What is it?!" we implored. 

Dad's voice answered in amazement, "Well, I'll be... We've discovered the Pot of Gold! There must be a rainbow nearby."
"Oh, Daddy! Can we go out and grab some of the gold?"
"Naw... you have to let it stay right there."
Our young, believing eyes widened. Dad smiled and drove down the lane toward home, as we silently dreamed of the many ways we could use that magical gold. I turned to look out the back window to get one more glorious view. But all I saw was a row of tall, evergreen trees, dripping from a brief, summer shower and a mysterious mist wafting through their branches.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

01 August, 2018

'Morning' from LUMINESCENCE

This morning, the birds were in their glory: singing, chirping, and busy with their daily activities. I live in an area of Connecticut that is blessed with much beautiful greenery and wildlife. Long ago, I looked at this photograph of an abandoned canoe, and the first thing that came to mind was the tranquility of an abandoned garden on a steamy day, much like the one we have here today and such as the one which is the subject of my operetta, Luminescence, an interpretation of the medieval French epyllion, Roman de la Rose. Below is an excerpt from one of the recitatives, 'Morning.'

Eugène Atget
Etang de Corot, Ville-d'Avray, 1900-1910
(from my operetta, “Luminescence”)

The wind gracefully embraces
feathered wings of russet, crimson and blue 
that brush the highest branches of clustered trees.
Each bough gambols a synchronized dance
in rhythm with the singing birds in flight.
Their gaze intakes the scene below:

A cooling brook, purling through the twisted,
scented undergrowth, creating a reflective ribbon,
adorning this Eden with an elegant, colorful bouquet
embellishes fertile banks with mystical brilliance.
Soothing liquid-echoes honor an infinite presence.
Morning dew trickles over folded petals
and drifts down each stiffened stalk
to reach deeply into the nutritious soil.

Leaves unfurl to frame delicate flowers.
They gracefully position themselves
to receive pollen for the creation of new life
and shimmer in the morning’s glow.
Each flower silently waits
for that glorious moment of sweet surrender
in fulfillment of her quest.
As the flowers open their petals,
they attract the arrival of winged suitors,
destined to pollinate their yearning pistils.

© Jeanne I. Lakatos

I extend much gratitude to the following brilliant musicians, who have transposed (or are in the process of transposing) an Irish melody compiled by Sydney Owenson (1804) into 5 musical genres for this operetta: Dr. Marjorie Callaghan (medieval) and Mr. Daniel Kean (baroque and classical).