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JOHNNY CORKFORBRAINS LOST HIS CUP OF TEA! 3.0 – A Tweed Typewriter Short
The migration of this Johnny Corkforbrains story continues – from its original form as a word doodle, to a hand drawn Steller Story, to here now as a short film. Includes my new adventures in sound design and music production – truly a homeMADE movie.
ANCIENT WISDOM FIRST DRAFTS: Colossus of Home
NOSE JOBBED
MIGHTIER, INK
When an old forgotten pen
in a pocket is discovered
A fresh opportunity
has been uncovered,
To unlock and empty
the full idea cage
Onto an endlessly
possible page,
To draw a new door
Where before none had been,
Such a find is more precious than
Finding a ten.
JOHNNY CORKFORBRAINS in HERE’S THE THING
ROCK BAND FIRST DRAFTS: Grateful Deadtroit
PETAL MOUTH
SIMPLY, A.B.C.
KIDS’ STUFF LOST AND FOUND
JOHNNY CORKFORBRAINS LOST HIS CUP OF TEA! – A Steller Story
FISHY STORY
In the crick by our house
It shimmers like glass
We’re gawn off to catch
Some Chilean Sea Bass
We swear that we’ve seen them
Sunning with koi
How reeling one in
Would be such a joy!
We’ll watch and we’ll wait
Prepared for the battle
With hand-crafted sea bass
Bait hooks and tackle
We’ll stay still and silent
So our bass won’t be scared
As he moseys up crick from
Far down the Delaware.
Then once he’s netted…
Can you picture it:
Our beautiful full color
Trophy portrait?!?
The whole gang all smiling
With our new pal from Chile
We’ll send a framed copy
To Mum-Mum in Philly
Or we’ll bring her some
When we’re back from the crick
When she tastes those filets
She’ll be so proud she’ll frick.
Don’t think we can’t do it
You take back your laughs.
We’re off on our bikes now
For Chilean Sea Bass.
PRINCIPAL PATTON of George C. Scott Elementary School
PAGE FROM A SAGE: Gridlocked
DRAWING > BORED
Scooter Scutter, scribble junkie
drew lions, tigers, bears and monkeys,
speedboats, tractors, unicycles,
Sallys, Stevies, Mindys, Michaels,
In pens and ink, paint and charcoal,
marker, crayon, colored pencil,
on paper, plastic, ceilings, walls,
cereal box tops, basketballs.
His friends asked once, “What is it, Scoo
about drawing that soooo grips you?
The lines, the shapes, the shades, the faces?
The capturing of things and places?”
Listening, Scoo kept his eyes on his pad,
his tireless stylus moving like mad.
He said, “Not sure I have an answer for you,
‘cept I draws ‘cuz not drawin’
colors me blue.”