Twelve years later I was working at Trinity as the assistant sexton when I came across the book still sitting on the shelf. I promptly took it home and put it in a box.
Moving out of my apartment last month I came across the book in a box of junk. It was in worse shape after twenty one years of my careful stewardship than twelve on a dusty fourth grade bookshelf. Figures.
I like the poems (though I admit the use of the word "boss" in the last two lines of "Wise Witch" is inexcusable even for a nine year old) and happy with the pictures. Unfortunately the cover and the poem, "Zing the Thing" are missing. Perhaps they'll turn up as I finish unpacking but considering my track record at not losing things I kind of doubt it.

I know, "morgue" is misspelled

Is that a ghost or a midget in a sheet and does that zombie have sciatica?

I like the spaceship and the Martian sigil on its fin

Who tied the bib on the shark?

I seriously like the effect caused by no outline around the cross. It sort of glows more brightly.
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