the thing

October 3, 2007


I got home after school today
and grabbed myself some pie.
I shoved a big piece in my mouth,
when something caught my eye.

I felt the hair upon my neck
stand up from every pore,
because I saw an awful thing
lurk by the kitchen door.

It gurgled incoherently
and had a nasty smell.
It slowly crept it’s way toward me.
I couldn’t help but yell!

What could I do? I was cornered,
and faced with certain doom.
Green slime oozed grossly from it’s nose.
It slid across the room.

It reached me then and grabbed my leg.
I screamed out for my mother.
“Why do I have to babysit
my stinky baby brother!


A little children’s rhyme I wrote. Seemed sort of appropriate for the Halloween.


finding my way

September 18, 2007


Penelope Kellogg,
married a bull-frog.
hoping he’d become a prince.

So she planted a kiss
on his future highness,
but the poor frog morphed into a blintz!

For most of my adult life I’ve dreamt about writing and illustrating a children’s book. I suppose in addition to making 7-10 year olds giggle, my goal has been also to create something visually interesting, maybe even beautiful, on my own terms (as much as possible). I’ve become so very tired of the type of creativity that is, in fact, not so very creative. I spend most of my waking hours coming up with ways to help sell someone else’s gadgets, services or bull poop. Ah, such is advertising.

So last year, I finally caught on fire. I started writing some little nursery rhymes and silly poems, and roughed out whimsical, fun pencil sketches to go with each poem. Pretty soon, it started looking like I actually had a pretty solid start of a children’s book.

But as luck would have it as soon as I got to the crucial part, Read the rest of this entry »