An ebook collection of Silverstein-inspired poems, to add weird fun and deranged delight to your child's (or the child in you's) life.
Remember when you believed in giant peaches, in scrawling a whole world out of a purple crayon, in sailing a boat out of your window and to an island of monsters, in a place where the sidewalk petered out into a vast nothingness?
"Where the Windwalk Begins" is my homage to all the weird, wonderful, and forever-inspiring writers of my childhood. Whimsical, dark, bizarre, funny -- each poem is aimed at igniting one's creativity, generating a child's chuckle, populating an imagination.
The thing is, I want to have these poems illustrated. And in a world of digital sketching, I can't even trace a stick figure. The funds of this project will go toward hiring a professional artist to illustrate these poems, and to refining the ebook so it's a polished, finished project and not a garbled mess of doodles and poor formatting. I'll then publish the book on numerous ebook platforms for an affordable price. (I'd rather be read than rich.)
In case you're curious, here are two of the poems I intend to include:
Missy String Fingers
such a sissy,
can’t even lift a ball.
For each of her fingers
there’s one piece of string,
have you ever heard of such a thing?
I haven’t at all.
She can’t cover up her sneezes,
she can’t comb her hair.
Her fingers wave when there are breezes,
everyone stops to stare.
All day long she sits in her chair
Oh Missy, Missy, who will kiss me?
My fingers made of string.
Who will ever marry me
if I cannot wear a ring?
I will! said Balloon Head Eddy.
And Missy, she was happy, happy, quite a lot.
And at the wedding, airhead Eddy forgot the ring,
so instead they tied the knot.
Up the Paddle without a Creek
It seemed like a good idea—
we cut and carved and nailed and tarred
and painted and panted and sawed.
We sewed and stained and tied
and complained and told jokes and guffawed.
And when it was all done and said,
we jumped right into the bed
of our very own, homemade boat.
We grabbed our paddles and started rowing,
we didn’t care where we were going,
the world was ours for the knowing,
except, we realized, our boat wasn’t exactly floating.
Shouldn’t we be bobbing up and down?
Shouldn’t our sails be full of wind?
Shouldn’t seagulls be wheeling overhead?
Should we be moving, my friend?
It took a few minutes, but we figured it out,
and boy was it heartbreak…
We had built the perfect boat,
but we forgot the lake!
Have a question? If the info above doesn't help, you can ask the project creator directly.
pledged of $1,500 goal
seconds to go
Jun 5, 2012 - Jul 5, 2012 (30 days)
Pledge $10 or more
For $10, I'll send you a pdf of the completed book, a gracious email, and a heartfelt compliment.Estimated delivery: Dec 2012
Pledge $25 or more
For $25, I'll send you a pdf of the completed book, a gracious email (with a heartfelt compliment), and I'll print out one of the illustrated poems, sign it, and send it to you! It won't smell like fresh baked cookies, but the sentiment will be lurking there, somewhere.Estimated delivery: Dec 2012
Pledge $50 or more
For 50 clams I'll do all of the above, and a cartwheel, AND I'll include you in the acknowledgments page at the very end. You'll be forever immortalized beside a doodle of a thumbs up giving you a thumbs up.Estimated delivery: Dec 2012
Pledge $100 or more
6 backers Limited (4 of 10 left)
For $100 smackaroons I'll do ALL of the above, and I'll dedicate one of the poems to you, which you can then show off to your friends, and say suave things at cocktail parties like: "I'm literarily immortal, neener neener."Estimated delivery: Dec 2012
Pledge $250 or more
0 backers Limited (10 of 10 left)
For $250 you can include everything else I've already listed, plus I'll pen a poem with you or your child's name in it, or your goldfish's. My apologies if, in the poem, they're eaten by a shoe.Estimated delivery: Dec 2012
Pledge $500 or more
0 backers Limited (5 of 5 left)
For $500 dollars, I'll spend at least half an hour staring at my computer screen unable to tuck my jaw closed. Then I'll include everything above, and I'll scurry to a printer, print you a copy, and write a personalized poem by hand inside of it, so you'll have a rare tome of 99+1 poems!Estimated delivery: Dec 2012