Remembering Coloring Books


I needed paper, scratch paper to use as markers in a book full of writing exercises I wanted to copy down later. So, I grabbed a page from my son’s old Power Ranger coloring book. As I started tearing it into small pieces I felt a few twangs of guilt. Stop it, I thought to myself, that book is two and a half years old and he was never into coloring, no matter how much I encouraged it. Come to think of it, none of my friend’s kids, nor my niece and nephew, were ever coloring book enthusiasts either.

As kids, my sisters and I would spend hours with crayons, markers, and eventually colored pencils. We would go through entire books, page after page, until we found the one picture that needed us to color it right then and there. It would have had just the right shapes for that moment and, most importantly, it would have been screaming a need for specific set of colors between its perfectly spaced black lines. My son’s generation just does not relate to that sort of need. For us, it was a chance to bring life to a world still testing its legs after closing the door on black and white dreams. We were born with dials for  tint, color, and contrast (three more than our grandparents’ drab world of bright/dark) but we needed more control of our visions. Just as our children (born in a time of pixels and bytes) for whom the world has color aplenty. The need for them is to control how it moves to make it go places we could never have traced, much less colored.




I have only recently been exposed to speculative -sci-fi, fantasy, horror- poetry so I can’t say I have read a ton of it. I have read enough to know that there are some quality authors writing in the genre and plenty of good pieces to overshadow the horrifically bad ones (as with every other genre).

In my introduction to the wealth of speculative poetry (past and present), I saw a huge selection of haiku (affectionately called scifaiku). Now as much as I love brevity and minimalism, I couldn’t help the overwhelming sense that the haiku was just not long enough. That is when I was reacquainted with it’s long form, the form from which it originated, the tanka.

I have been sucked into the form and have started trying my hand at writing them, They Not After You, Yet being one of them, in the speculative genre. I’ve even begun a longer poem consisting of multiple stanzas, each being a tanka, that I will post soon.



If you are visiting this blog  it is most likely by invitation. This has been set up as a way of keeping track of poetry and notes for what may well be my first collection called ‘Xtraordinary’.  This is planned to be a collection of  poems in the realm of subjects typically dealt with in the world of comic books and graphic novels. Poetry about super powers (heroes and villains), science fiction, fantasy, horror, and just all around odd happenings (real or imagined). I don’t have a blueprint, and I’m just getting started on it,  but that’s what this blog is for: notes and such. I wanted a safe and secure way of storing this data that could be easy to access, adjust, and share as I am not sure that this has been done before. I do know that some of the associations in this poetry will be loose and/or abstract.  I also want some of the poems to reflect the fantastical perception of normal events in the eyes of an overactive imagination. I’d like to deal with some of the subject matter in a subtle or gentle fashion at times to keep the work more on the accessible side. I’d like for a larger amount of people to extract meaning and relevancy than most of the sci-fi poetry I’ve read; and to leave some of the more super power leaning work able to be enjoyed by those left underexposed to the magic of comic books.

I  welcome all comments and criticism for these works in progress and may just post them in their final (ish) drafts for public consumption.

Thanks for participating.