Wrapped in Thin Brown Skin

Is the title of my graphic novel. Well not exactly a novel, more a collection of poetry and illustrations.

I finally began to piece it all together, my living room floor looks like some kind of central intelligence agency, papers spread everywhere, tape, glue sticks, art supplies, piles of sketches on brown newsprint and delicate vellum.

Gee took me to my art supply store the day I made the decision to begin. I stocked up on ink, pens, rendering markers and bleed proof paper.

I've begun illustrating 4 poems out of my current thirty, I need to re-write a few, scrap a couple and write a few more for a total of thirty three poems.

See I'm thirty three right now, and have been writing poetry only for this past year, my 33rd. So this manuscript is sort of a reflection of the big and little things in life that have made me who I am today. The good, the bad and the really, very ugly.