Sunday, September 30, 2012

The Tale of the Werehamster

 Suddenly he awakes...aware that something is a-miss....but what?

The full moon, radiant in its light and scandalous in it's behaviour. It is time.

 He feels it...though oblivious to the fact he is facing the wrong way for photos, damnit!

 The moooooon!

It has turned him from gentle sleepy Chino, into a crazed WEREHAMSTER! The mischief of the moon now passed the creepily smiling boy.

Thursday, September 06, 2012

My First Poem in Scottish

When yer in sumdees car
an eh two people in eh front
hiv their windees wide open
ma hair flies aboot
lik a cerrier bag
in eh wind.