Haiku – A Reminder
She who lives
Worrying on death
Forgets life
Sarah
Older than Jung
Lean inwards, inwards
Rummage around your imagination
The back of the cupboard where you can’t see
But where all the most interesting things
Linger
The deeper you get,
The dustier
The mustier
The moldier
The rustier
Rotten things which crumble in your hands
Hold them reverently, or lose them.
A bat skeleton, tiny, frail, bones like needles
A toy car, flaking paint, tacky orange grease
A tin of crumbly letters
Written in your grandmother’s hand
Newspaper cutouts but why
Index cards of recipes gone by.
Keep going further, if you dare
Deeper, deeper
Blindly fumble
Something might bite you
Or you might uncover
A mystery covered in tar
A peat moss mummy
An old god, carved
A thing hearkening back to the dawn of humanity
A thing so true it has remained
In the back cabinets of minds for generations
Safe from the light.
You know they are there
Though you try very hard to forget.
#Inktober – Something for the Connoisseurs
Just some Poe fangirling.
I actually don’t hate this one. Yet. I tried, in my way, to recreate those old storybook illustrations. Maybe it needs more contrast. Maybe I need to stop looking at it.
And just for the record, here is my sketch, which I liked so well I was nervous to ink it. I could have gone in and darkened with a pencil, but that would have been cheating. It’s Inktober.
I KNOW I don’t have to tell you what it’s from.
Inktober: The Fiery Pits of Utopia
A friend asked me to illustrate her kid’s statement: “I’m going to start a comic strip called the Fiery Pits of Utopia. In the first episode, a nice devil guy is going to buy a doughnut.”
It’s just too perfect. Hell doesn’t get any fresher than this.
Titled
Who left this page empty!
How irresponsible.
We’d better fill the space with words
So that when we close it and leave
It has something to listen to
And won’t get lonely.
