People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m
Draw things, paint things, write things, make things.
I want to frame the purple one. Seriously.
ReplyDeleteFascinating that children just do...without any worry in the world. :-) I have a collection started of Leander's (Leo) work. When he is older he can look through to see what he has created over the years.
ReplyDeleteI'm seeing a duck in the last one
ReplyDeleteA duck with a massive er, appendage
Just sayin
We have a lot of these. A lot. I never knew what to do with them all......
ReplyDeleteNow I save them and wrap presents with them.
Homemade wrapping paper! Ta-da!