Do not sing,
my sister tells me
Do not sing
for they will hear you
and wreck themselves on the shore
doodle by Ott Madis Ozolit (click image) “Beg fockers, they were. Beg as a huys!”The rugged sailor shook his tankard for emphasis, spilling more than a few drops of his brew. His dialect had been difficult enough to understand while sober. Now, with him near three sheets to the wind and myself a fair one-and-a-half,
‘One’, Katie counted as she went around the stone circle. ‘Two… Threeee.’ She had given each of the stones a number, and as she passed them…
TL;DR: I wrote 23 things (songs, poems, stories) inspired by tiny art. Will upload every day from May 1 through May 23, 2020. First one here. Full origin story below. Have you heard about Inktober? Every year, artists from around the world draw one new thing every day in October. They all work from the