Stan The Pajama Man

Stan The Pajama Man

Stan, Stan the pajama man,

drifts into his dreams 

whenever he can.

He slips away on his flying catamaran,

to far away places.

Sometimes Iceland.

Sometimes Japan.

And sometimes Neverland.

He can be the captain

of a walking frying pan.

"Onwards!" He'll demand.

"Onwards across the purple sand!"

"Onwards to that castle-cave 

that looks so grand!"

Stan, Stan the pajama man,

wakes from his dreams 

with drool on his pillow sham.

He waits 'til the night falls

to tumble into his magical slumber

all over again.

Lyla of the Leaves

Lyla of the Leaves

Lyla of the leaves, 

dance as you please.
Hang from the branches

and twirl around the trees.

Pirouette with the bees -

But don't be late for your afternoon tea.

Peculiar Blossom

I have been catching up on work since my hand decided to rage against me. Of all the years I have been making art, I have never had an "overuse" injury - until now. I must say that I did cheat a bit when I wasn't supposed to be using it. I had a brace on, so that's okay, right? Ha, probably not. No matter, though. I have been cleared by the doc to use it again. So, without going into great detail about my medical woes, let's just say it's been a strange few weeks. With that said, let us move on.

I spent a weekend randomly doodling on some extra paper scraps and took a liking to a particular drawing. I decided to go ahead and ink it. Here is the progression and final piece and a little rhyme from it.

Peculiar Blossom

Blossom woke this day,

with hair in disarray.

Curls of blue that wouldn't obey.

They couldn't be tamed.

No, not even with hairspray.

Branches and flowers grew and splay.

That is to say,

it went astray.

What a peculiar way

to get a bouquet.