Look! I bought markers! The Satyr I tell you the truth, this is no lieabout how it was the satyr died:He lived in a grove of shady oakswith other lusty satyr blokes.He chased the nymphs as he was taught,but there was one nymph who would not be caught.He followed her into the forest deepwhere strange … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 14. Overgrown
The Abandoned Cabin on Lost Girl Island They say the cabin was built by a French fur trader, who lived there with his Ojibwe wife. Sometimes the story is that he killed her--sometimes, that she killed him. Sometimes they are tragic lovers who burn to death together. But some people believe that no one ever … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 13. Ash
Oh, how the tables have turned. The Dragon Feast Sick of eating only sour carp and nasty sturgeon--The dragon went in search of tasty virgins.He thought he had found a smorgasbord--But instead was devoured by a virgin horde!
What is man? What is snow? Can one not be both? Frosty Pleads His Case If you prick me, though I may not bleed— Do you imagine that I do not have need Of love and kindness and dignity? I bid you, good sirs, grant me charity— Though my cold heart does not beat, … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 11. Snow
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See that kid in the middle? Don't do that. You will get rope burn. [POETRY UNAVAILABLE] This is an extremely lazy, pre-scheduled post with bad art because my department is undergoing an internal audit and I am currently being grilled by my corporate overlords. So, enjoy these poorly drawn children playing on nooses. Or better … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 9. Swing
There they are! Special Delivery! When you are old and getting frail,There's no need to grieve, to weep or wail--Just ship your dentures to yourself in the mail!And if you wait just a little while,The postman will deliver you back your very own smile!This will be twice as nice, because by then,You will have forgotten … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 8. Frail
A horse is a horse of course, unless it's miserable Ted The Scary Godmother Ted Garcia Morales had a fairy godmother,And she was a madrina like no otherLess bippity-boppity, more hella scary--But what can you expect from a skelefairy? The very first time that they met,Ted begged her for an enchantment.She obliged, and without remorse--She … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 7. Enchanted
I mean, just look at him--hardly any meat on those bones! Sticks and Stones and Bared Bones Did I ever tell you the story of Gordie Landusky?The boys used to taunt him, 'cause he was, y'know, kinda husky.He tried to tell'em he wasn't fat, he was just big-boned.But they'd spit in his face, and hit … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 6. Husky
But how did he get up there? It's Not That Bad It's neither vile gossip, nor vicious rumor--It's just a little gallows humor.
The Rookery 