Where the wild things went
A 4 page sequential poem inspired by my late 20's and my favourite children's book, Maurice Sendak's Where the wild things are. | When i was a kid the Maurice Sendak classic children's story about Max's adventures with the Wild Things, and that little nudest Micky in the Night Kitchen were my favorites. My mother read them to me, and then i read them many times after. One of my favorite places in Kensington Market - where i spent the first 6 years of my life or so growing up and latter moved to in my 20's - was the night kitchen bakery on collage, mostly because of the mural covering the outside of art from the Sendak book. Like many things from my childhood it's long gone now. In 98 after moving to Montreal i wrote a poem on the back of a napkin while wandering the bar scene and feeling like a stranger in the land. Later i put it to art. It was one of the first times i felt i had really managed to both write and draw something exactly the way i wanted to, that caught how i felt when i set out. It's been published a few places anthologies now and remains one of my more popular short stories