Cool House

This is my dreamhome. I didn't dream about it, it's just a cool house.
It wasn't designed by Rem Koolhaas, but he's cool too.

From Reginald to Marjory

I first saw this note on the stair tread of an escalator at the mall.
I was afraid to pick it up, however, because one should
never go near any of the moving parts of an escalator with one's hands.
I don't even hold the moving banister-belt thing. I surf escalators.
Luckily, when someone brushed past me, the note stuck
to the bottom of their shoe. It was angrily shaken from said shoe a few moments later
just opposite SpatsUnlimited, which was, coincidentally, my destination at the mall.
I had just finished watching the World Butler Championship,

or WBC, as they call it, and wanted to get a pair of those sweet
Nike Sportspats endorsed by Albert "Chives" McGinterly.
Anyhow, I digress. The note. Yes. It sounds like an awkward situation, I hope
that everything worked out.

Happy Day !!

November 5th 2008 !

Go Skeleton, Go !!!

Animation & music by Mr. Will Amato.
Drawings by yours truly.

Mockingbird, Chickadee, and Egret

Birds seem to figure in somewhere in all my books,
either in the text or the paintings or both.
Always wonderful to draw or paint, and
bird names are so much fun
to play around with in poems.
This is a spread from my book Tippintown : A Guided Tour
concerning The Tippinfeather Choir,
Tippintown's premier avian A capella ensemble.
(Well, not completely A capella, because the mockingbird
plays the lyre. This is a little joke about how
a mockingbird plays the liar, when it imitates other birds.
Maybe liar is a bit strong. Plagiarist? Or maybe the mockingbird
is just sampling sound. In Pasadena we had a local mockingbird
that would imitate a car alarm.)
And the poor loon. He can't seem to remember
the words to the song even with sheet music.







This is a Poem called The Egret, from Soup for Breakfast.
It was inspired by the doodle and the little five line poem,
above, in a sketchbook.
Sparrows and swallows, cuckoos and cockatoos,
and whippoorwills on windowsills. I'll continue to
bring birds into my writing and art,
even if they get sick of me.

A Halloween Poem

Leprechauns

Every Halloween
it's always the same routine –
a couple local leprechauns
causing a noisy scene.
All this raucous ruckus
over a rotten nectarine.
Hector wants to squash it,
but Pierre is being mean.
Neither one is wearing any green.

© Calef Brown 2006

Soup and Grandpa's Mustache

My new book Soup for Breakfast is available now,
a couple weeks ahead of the official publication date.
This is one of my favorite poems in the book.
It concerns my nasally hirsute grandfather.