Storytelling is my passion
Below you will find a growing collection of my illustrations and accompanying poems that add the depth required to make them come alive – well, for a short while!
Please enjoy this anthology of work. This page has been my goal for quite some time and I look forward to filling it with countless drawings and stories from the past, and brand new ones yet to be created!
Above the Ocean
From outside her friends begged her to stop, as the girl climbed stubbornly straight to the top – determined to gaze upon the sea.
Unfortunately she couldn't know, the rusty shuttered window, would strike her as she opened it up to see.
Sadly her friends were no longer around, when her body hit the ground – but she enjoyed the view for eternity.
The student
He fed the snakes like no student could,
played among them like no pupil should,
but he did it all under the watchful eye,
of the protective mother which rested nearby.
THe Dance
What a wonderful evening, I was the belle of the ball, how they fought for my attention, no care at all.
Each plutocrat fondled and groped, lied through their teeth, made promises, and insinuations, exposing their true filth beneath.
The line was crossed when they misspoke of their wives, and in that same breath I made them beg for their lives.
Their beautiful crimson now adorns the halls, and I giggle with delight until morning calls.
The Tragic and Completely Avoidable Demise of the Fairweather Children: Eliot
Knowing exactly where he could hide for a spell, Eliot climbed down into the deep dry well.
But he wasn't aware of the storm in the forecast, so when the sky opened – the well filled up fast.
He never took the time to learn how to swim, and became fully submerged as the daylight grew dim.
The Tragic and Completely Avoidable Demise of the Fairweather Children: Adelia
Adelia quickly thought to herself, that the best place to hide was on the bookshelf.
Her weight however caused the shelf to bow, and the books fell on her from head to toe.
She remained hidden all night but with each passing breath, the books pushed down on her body and slowly suffocated her to death.
The Tragic and Completely Avoidable Demise of the Fairweather Children: Edward
Edward was so sleepy by the time he found his spot, in an empty room's fireplace he thought everyone forgot.
But a fire was lit to offset the chill of the night, and the warmth of the first flame helped him sleep tight.
His ashes were unknowingly swept out the next day, after the last game of hide and seek he'd ever play.