These 21 poems were written between the ages of 9 and 10. A nice lady who was a client of my Mom’s dry cleaner typed all my poems on a soft green parchment like paper. The pages are still in mint condition, scanned for this website.

I’ll be posting other early work, in reverse chronological order. I hope you enjoy this time capsule with me. And, if you’re tempted, you may want to go digging into your own memory chest. You may be surprised. Or not. But when you do reconnect with your own inner 9 year old, she, or he, may teach you something about who you are today. I promise.

This is the earliest known sample of my writing (and art).  Even in 3rd grade, my perspective on things was a little unorthodox.

(If you can’t read the handwriting, the poem is typed below).

There was a man who grew and grew

The he bought a jacket that was new

Then he bought a coat

Then he sailed on a boat

And then he bought a dress that was blue!