“Sin & Salvation in Baptist Town” was recognized in this year’s Photo District News Photo Annual in the student category. 

All images made in and around Greenwood, Mississippi in 2014. This work was supported in part by the Getty Images Grant for Editorial Photography

Author and illustrator Mark Greenwood and Frane Lessac available for school visits in Northern Kentucky/Southern Ohio the week of September 21-25, 2015 at a reduced rate

Mark Greenwood and Frane Lessac, author and illustrator of a number of titles, including MIDNIGHT: A TRUE STORY OF LOYALTY IN WORLD WAR I (Candlewick) and THE MAYFLOWER (Holiday House) will be in the U.S. to speak at a couple of libraries in Northern Kentucky the week of September 21-25, 2015.

If any schools in Northern Kentucky or southern Ohio are interested in having them come to speak to grades K-4 during that week, please contact Balkin Buddies at telephone 727-378-4191. Further information can also be found on the Balkin Buddies website. A reduced honorarium will be offered.

We look forward to hearing from you.

Day 305: The Donkey of Gallipoli

So, this is the last of my recent book fair purchases and the last of my current stack of “how the hell do you make a children’s book out of that?” books. I picked it up because, well, how the hell do you make a children’s book out of that? (Adorable animal friend, if you’re wondering - that’s the answer. An adorable animal friend - in this case, Duffy the Donkey. Look at you go with your little headband, Duffy. Well done, sir.)

But, wait a second… Jack is a stretcher-bearer. That means he saw a lot of action and blood and shooting and horrible things. How… with the children and the terrifying them…

Well, okay. I guess that’s one way to convey the scope of a battle without, you know, actually traumatizing children or whatever. That’s cool.

But… certainly people got hurt and even died here, right? I mean, this is war. People - even donkeys - die in war. Again with the “how?”…

Aw, hell. Hell.

So, despite being based on one of the least cheerful stories ever, this is still a really interesting presentation for an audience that might not automatically line up with the topic. It’s a fairly basic narrative - even the big reunion aspect that’s touted in the cover material and was teased in the first pages really happens in like two lines with no real recognition (spoilers!) - but there’s still a lot here.

And we all know I’m a sucker for end notes like this. Hello, further information about this story - hello there. You’re amazing. Well done.

Awww, Fisher Price My First Battle Map. Yay.

So, this story is brief but kind of lovely. I’m still at a total loss about how this would work for actual children, largely because I don’t understand children and no one will trust me to borrow theirs (like, seriously. I offered to put together a multimedia presentation on shell shock for scullywolf’s tiny people and suddenly I’m banned from the house. Whatever. I wasn’t going to make actual mustard gas, Sude, you terrific spoilsport you.) Would this really be a bedtime story option - like, “Okay, kids - let’s settle down and have one story before bed. Let’s see… you can have Goodnight Moon, Paddington Bear orrrrr, oh! I know! A story about war and death and the protagonist getting shot in the heart. Sweet dreams!”

I mean, I’m not particularly concerned with the answer to that question - I like it and think it’s pretty cool. I am tempted, though, to put together a stack of the weirdest children’s books possible for whatever friend/relative has a baby next. I think little B.F.J. would like a stack of books like this, right, Sude?

Fri, Jul 24 
HUGH O'DONNELLBEING GAY IN THE G.A.A [Gaelic Athletic Association]

Hugh O'Donnell: Being Gay in the G.A.A part 5

Bbeyond: Blackbox, Belfast
20 - 25 October 2008

Reviewed by: Mark Greenwood »

‘Gender reality is performative, which means quite simply, that it is real only to the extent it is performed’.   

Judith Butler: Performative Acts and Gender Construction.

'A homosexual cannot do the job of a footballer. The football world is not designed for them, it’s a special atmosphere, one in which you stand naked under the showers’.   

Lucciano Mogi Former Managing Director of Juventus Football Club  

Ribbed Metal tins and a plastic carton of semi-skimmed milk have been symmetrically organised on a table. O’Donnell emerges from the audience carrying a gold handbag. A black and gold pair of football boots are removed from the handbag – the laces tugged apart, feet eased in and laces tightened. Handbag over the shoulder, O’Donnell circles the space distributing torn pages from a bible to each attendant witness with sad apologies; “Tá bró norm”.  A table where milk is poured and spilt. A salt circle scribes a white threshold between him and spectators. 

If the body is a historical situation then O’Donnell reproduces this situation, challenges it and subverts it. A coercion into a male/macho sport because of his gender and genealogy, he is expected to follow in the studded footsteps of his male predecessors; successful figures in Gaelic football. An assumption that a script will be strictly observed in accord with certain sanctions and proscriptions made on behalf of family and friends. Through these sustained social pressures and notions of abiding masculinity, O’Donnell finds himself on the football field on a cold winter morning, bewildered and fearful of the post-match showers where arousal may incur disastrous repercussions.

O’Donnell’s performance work invalidates and overturns fictions of gender reality. The effect of gender is produced through a stylization of the body and hence, must be understood as the mundane way in which bodily gestures and actions constitute the illusion of a ‘true’ gendered self. His transgressive performance work resists a universally enacted heterosexuality and ruptures an enforced patriarchal order where  non-heterosexuality actions a radical politics - the personal becomes the political and the political is performed. 

The handbag is placed over the head. O’Donnell spins in a circle. Milk splashes the floor. The ‘Match of the Day’ theme tune is hummed as circles are cut by scissors to expose a blue breast. Milk saturates the teat, flooding the nipple gorged and swollen. His gesture inverts the notion of maternal care as a primary model of seduction. His milk spattered breast is not an erotogenic zone of exchange which provokes and demands excitation, but a zone where assimilation into the oedipal triangle is rejected. O’Donnell expels himself from phalocentric prescription. He spits himself out of it and in the same motion establishes his own identity. Repeating with the other breast; cutting, flooding, squeezing and pulling. Attendant witnesses are confronted and breasts are pushed in their faces before O’Donnell disappears.

The white markings that once restricted and distressed have been traversed and a post match shower is well deserved. We hope its okay to be gay in the G.A.A. (Gaelic Athletic Association). 

Writer detail:

Performance Writer/ Artist currently researching a doctorate in Fine Art at Kingston University, London. Currently curating the RED APE project in Liverpool U.K where based.

Venue detail:
Bbeyond: Blackbox »
c/o Flaxart Studios, 44-46 Corporation St, Belfast 


Two great events!

McNally Jackson is thrilled to welcome two amazing author / illustrator teams in September and October, for two amazing books!

Saturday, September 29, 2012, 11:30 a.m. 
Two fantastic TOONS authors, Geoffrey Hayes and Frank Viva.  A Trip to The Bottom of the World With Mouse, Frank’s new book, will be released this fall from Toon Books.

Saturday, October 13, 2012, 11:30 a.m. 
Australian author/illustrator team Mark Greenwood and Frané Lessac will visit McNally Jackson and introduce their new children’s book:  The Greatest Liar on Earthfrom Candlewick.

All of our events are free and open to the public. Appropriate for children 3 - 8. 

Illustrator Frané Lessac and author Mark Greenwood available for school visits in the NY metropolitan area in Fall 2015

Illustrator Frané Lessac and author Mark Greenwood, collaborators on a number of books, including THE DRUMMER BOY OF JOHN JOHN (Lee & Low), THE GREATEST LIAR ON EARTH (Candlewick), THE MAYFLOWER (Holiday House) and their new book, MIDNIGHT, A TRUE STORY OF LOYALTY IN WORLD WAR I (Candlewick), live in Australia but will be in the New York metropolitan area from September 15 to October 5, 2015. While they are here, they are available for school visits, and we hope schools will take advantage of their schedule.

Information about their programs and fees as well as how to book them can be found on the Balkin Buddies website, and feel free to call us.

We look forward to hearing from you.


I am a hero

A hero with

His jaw removed

By wild dogs

In shakes of head

To glasses in bed

11/1 and still

Throwing it all out

A right to be alone

In violent dreams

That stir bodies lit with anger

What matters

In an ugly world

Where loose ties
Strike at lies
That spread like disease

In eleven minds?
Tenacious antagonist

Demonized decider

White shirt creased like a crazy parachute

As his spit hits wood

And rain spatters glass

Getting to the point

Casualty of causality

Cutting the chain in

Negative utterance

Tonic un-fresh

In stale smoke

And office stench

Never possible because

You can walk how you like

You can measure

And refold the facts over and over

Sweat glistens on furrowed brows

Shiny volcanic dust

All over the fucking table

And split by a

Thebes double dagger

Affecting eyes, truth

And evident pride

Yet no tranquility

As strong threads arm the bone

Astray ash tray pining

Problems solved by shouting

Keen emblems

Attributed to killer

Touched and moving between sharp point switch


Seeking ratios to

A complex entity

Under dry lights

Searching for compassion

Leaning on a precipice and swaying in the breeze

While fans burn and whirl

Check square shirts swirl

Arm around raven son

Black brick wall

Old with mould

And rotten kids

Tearing up the photograph

Fist tight and full of sand

Sore wet eyes

Dampen tight cuffs

A dogged leather pouch reveals

Memory receding

And dipping to evade

A lousy bunch of bleeding hearts

Employ a preacher tactic

As fingers drop quarters in a box

To appease gulping

Desires of a golden boy

Aspect framed in affection image

Expel the evidence

To heal the split

Despised ground that fixes

An infantile dependant

To objects of fantasy

Emotionally distraught

Stubborn bastard

A Father with a fierce temper

And alleged streaks of sadism

Peppering phony deals

While lip curls to left

Hook-line rubbing neck

With tongue between the teeth



Twisting and turning

Head bowed

Re-sealing the wallet


As tics grow louder

And air gets hotter

Spontaneous rash of heat

Due to explode

Outward and onward

Yellow sparks


In sharpening of knives

Eyes like Ed exposed and broken

Black and empty

Unblinking bad love

Temple veins bulge

Tourniquet tight

Pulsing slightly

In long seconds

That turn to dust

And quiver

On the end of cigarette

And vanish in smoke

Surface circuits

Of self-destruction

A strange kind of therapy

An oedipal way to see

Actions and words

Knowing shaved skin

Stained in

Bull head ritual

Sweet seizure

remaining unnamed as a

Hopeless master of nothing

In vertigo of sadness


Mark Greenwood ’Twelve Angry Men’ (2011)

Mark Greenwood was guest editor for Mercy’s e-zine in Spring 2011. Click here to view:


Greenwood Tarot Review by Leelahel