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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) or my semiotic theory of iconic realism at the following location(s):

April, 2022: American Conference for Irish Studies, virtual event: "It’s in the Air: James Joyce’s Demonstration of Cognitive Dissonance through Iconic Realism in His Novel, Ulysses"

October, 2021: Sacred Heart University, Fairfield, CT: "Sydney Owenson’s use of sociolinguistics and iconic realism to defend marginalized communities in 19th century Ireland"

March, 2021: Lenoir-Rhyne University, Hickory, North Carolina: "Sydney Owenson (Lady Morgan): A Nineteenth Century Advocate for Positive Change through Creative Vision"

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

27 January, 2021

A Day with Wintry Trees

 This poem is from a collection of my 'One Line Poem of the Day' entries from Facebook over the past few winters. I will assemble them here. 

I took this photo in Danbury, Connecticut.

A Day with Wintry Trees

As morning sun 
awakens each snowflake 
adorning bare limbs, 
and trees sigh 
in serenity's brilliance,
one last, gold leaf glistens 
in the snowy shower 
when a brisk wind 
draws its stem from a tree, 
and in this release, 
the leaf tumbles
in a dance of jubilation.

This leaf drifts to the ground, 
and the tree, 
now naked and sparkling 
in the sun's warmth, 
stands tall and ready 
to accept its wintry destiny.

Golden sun illumines 
the end of this day. 
Behind striated clouds 
of pink and orange,
an aqua sky enhances 
the illumination 
as dancing branches rattle,
yielding to the variant wind.

She breathes in the song 
of this winter night 
and surrenders to its peace,
lets the brisk, fresh air
fill her smile, for she sees 
the tiny footprints of animals 
braver than she, 
leading to the tree's hollow. 
Nurtured by the moon’s iridescence 
and a dominion of love,
they snuggle 
within a newly fallen leaf.

Evergreens mingle 
with snow-kissed branches. 
The canopy opens 
to welcome a thousand stars 
spread across the midnight sky, 
and under their distant radiance, 
she whispers, “Humbly, I adore Thee.” 

© Jeanne I. Lakatos