Even the Son of Man is piling on Oreos…
Unclean
Even the Son of Man is piling on Oreos…
Owning it
Homonyms are my friends.
Another one
This is the final New Yorker return-to-sender from the group I submitted in February. They seemed to have quickened the pace of evaluations some, as I’ve received a few more emails telling me that my cartoons are not needed. I’ll keep posting them here so that they can break through the clouds and see the light of day.
Low blow
This one was probably too crude for The New Yorker, but I read the phrase “subduction zone” somewhere and couldn’t help myself. 😉
Whodunit?
Still love reading Agatha Christie, all these years later.
A poem
Written after learning that a man I care about will soon die. My prayers for he and his family…
Questions
Wordplay is fun.
Glad
One of my favorite books is Madeleine L’Engle’s Walking on Water, Reflections on Faith & Art. This quote is taken from there.
Bitmoji
Getting to the last of the rejected batch of February New Yorker submissions. But I received an email a few days ago about a couple more that didn’t make the cut, so…
Yogurt
Probiotics vs. Robotics.
White Outs 