The best way to have your fortune told?

In a language you don’t know.

Sure it’s worth its weight in gold,
(How much do words weigh though?)
But why bother getting old
If you don’t choose where you go.

Inspired by “Mowgli’s Brothers” from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling.

Now dawn and day have come to play
As long as they’re allowed.
While light is loved by all above
Know night has barely bowed.
These are the hours of fools and flowers –
Pride and power are too cruel.
A laugh is strong and never wrong,
Let Law of Laughter rule.

Illustration by OneMachinery.

Full of beasts and available on Amazon free for download to your Kindle for the next few days. Take a look.

They say fairy tales are lies I don’t get.
I say a fairy hasn’t lied to me yet.

You know the angel on your shoulder
That says what you should do?
If your paperwork’s in order
(With a touch of light voodoo)
You can change your shoulder rider.
A bad one can take you down,
You must be mindful of your guider –
That’s why mine’s a clown.
Be careful who you choose,
They could bring you cures or wars.
Think of what you’d gain and lose
And know I’d happily be yours.

Drawn by Liam whose art can be found here.

If all things end
Then the end is known
Yet all things keep on going.

Until they end
So all’s on loan
And we all live on owing.

Unless our end
Remains unowned
And all these ends are growing.

To what end
We are not shown
So may the ends keep flowing.

Fripona flipped over a rock and found at her feet
A tip-top turned, trickilish treat.

The hole that she opened was really more whole,
A whole other realm already quite full.

Full of planets and people that looked up at Frip,
The new star in their sky, a brilliant blip.

It’s worth looking under every rock of ours,
But keep an eye on the sky for other new stars.

Illustration by FortuneGear09.

Drawn by Abby whose art can be found on tumblr.

“Book: The Story Behind the Story” is now available on Amazon. It’s the story of the book itself. It steps out from behind the scenes to speak directly with the reader.

Her bugging began with her bigger brother,
She stalked him night and day.
She horribly annoyed that boy and knew no other way.
Once her brother bored her she moved on to different prey.

She told her father,
“I must bother!”
Said to her mother,
“I need another
Sis or brother
Who I can smother
With my classical confection
Of disagreeable affection!”

Her parents were annoyed enough
To give in to her guffy huff.

Well, I’m sibling one thousand and three,
One of the oldest in our family tree,
And every one of us agrees –
She’s our sister and we all love her,
Now let’s get her a new sis or brother.

It may not be often done
But it’s really not that dumb
To say that you don’t know.

The silly ones are they
Who always have to say,
“Mine’s always the way to go.”

A rare thing I’ve discerned,
If I ever learn,
It’s
very
very
slow.