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Chicken Fingers

Chicken Fingers

Fingers are fingers

   and thumbs are fingers,

   but not every finger’s a thumb.

The same thing goes for chickens, they say

   (but the ones who say it are dumb!).

***John loves this poem…..now you know why the publisher cut all the poetry from the new book, BODY-ODDIES. People hate that crap. The image, however, is one of MY favorites. Buy the book! Find it at www.sallemander.com or go directly to Etsy and search EEWbooks. -Marsha

Snake Eyes

Snake Eyes

I might have been slightly distracted.

   Anyone could make a mistake.

How could I miss a thing like that?!

   I just didn’t notice the snake.

How did this happen?  How could this be?

   Was she born like that?  Can she see?

I don’t know man.  I’m pretty freaked out.

   How much more can I take?

***This image appears in the new book, “BODY-ODDIES,” in it’s original blue hue. We did this B/W version as a special order print for a comic con customer. We’re not sure which one we like better! The rhyme was written for the book…but was cut by the publisher because they hate poetry (like most people). You can find BODY-ODDIES, as well as all our other books, at www.sallemander.com or go directly to Etsy and search EEWbooks. -Marsha

Face Page

***This is a B/W version of the inside cover art for the new book, “BODY-ODDIES” which just came out. The original art is done in green and looks perfectly cool…but a dude at a recent comic-con asked for a B/W print of it and when I made it, I realized how cool some of the other illustrations would work in B/W too. So I made a set of 10 images to try out at the next few shows. You can find BODY-ODDIES and all my other books at www.sallemander.com or go directly to Etsy and search EEWbooks. -Marsha

Baby Sitter

At first we thought all the babies blew up.                                                   

We found them that way in the morning.                                             

They’d suddenly grown to enormous size!                                                  

We had no idea…no warning.

Well, people freaked out.  They lost their minds,                                   

(and some of us got really drunk),                                                                   

 but didn’t take TOO long to understand,                                                    

that THEY didn’t grow…..WE SHRUNK!!!

***I’m hoping this will be the last rough sketch image we post from the new ‘Body-Oddies’ book before it comes out. Still, it’s a good one with a good rhymed ditty to go with it (even though the rhymed ditties didn’t make it into the book). -Marsha

Worst Day of My Life

“Worse day of my life…” began the hairy stranger at the bar, “…the day I lost my HEAD!” He stared at me oddly, chuckling. His words hung in the air for a while as I wondered who the heck he was and why he was chatting me up. There was something ‘off’ about him that I just couldn’t put my finger on, and he sounded absurd!  “What?!” I asked, a little annoyed. “Yeah!” he continued, “It just tumbled off and rolled away. I couldn’t find it for a YEAR!” ‘How ridiculous’ I thought – but then, I remembered hearing about that sort of thing happening more and more these days. “I found it conjoined with some other dude’s left hand like a circus freak-show exhibit …awkward!”

I reached for my beer glass but knocked it over with the empty stump of my wrist. The stranger grinned at me and chuckled again knowingly. It seems that both my hands had quietly popped off and were crawling down the bar toward the attractive woman in the breasty, low cut blouse at the end…the one I was too shy to approach earlier. I didn’t know what they planned but I could just imagine what MY brainless hands might like to do with HER. That’s when I noticed the stranger’s collar – bolted tightly ‘round his neck. It looked positively medieval but locked his wayward head soundly to his torso. ‘How clever?!’ I thought.

The barkeep wiped up my spilled beer with a lovely pair of shapely, ladies arms –which did NOT match the rest of his otherwise burly, tattooed frame. He caught me staring but shrugged and nodded me in the direction of my hands as they broke into a run…..while the woman’s breasts leapt out of her blouse and took off in opposite directions.

***This image and story is featured on page 38 in our latest book, “A Short Burst” which is available for sale at our Etsy shop.  To see (and buy) all our books, just follow the link above to www.sallemander.com or search EEWbooks at www.etsy.com.  -Marsha

Disarmament

The disarmament was epic.  Everyone embraced the idea…until it was over.  Then there was no way to…embrace.  The last ones needed to be pretty clever to get it done, but by then, starvation and disease was already setting in.  People really hadn’t thought it through.  It was bad enough that they could no longer feed themselves or drive…or text. But reality finally dawned when they started to defecate in their trousers.  They certainly couldn’t embrace anything, or each other, without arms.  And all those millions of disembodied arms lying about, decomposing in piles everywhere, led to all sorts of nasty airborne and waterborne illness.  What a disaster!

When the aliens landed to study our dead culture a few years later, the sheer stupidity of it shocked them into insanity.  They evacuated immediately, nuked the Earth from space, and made sure to purge it’s existence from galactic memory, lest it infect others. And all who came into contact with us were euthanized for safety.

***This is a short, flash-fiction story with a new image for our latest book, “A Short Burst.”  It is on sale now. As well, you can find my first 3 books at our Etsy shop. Find the link at www.sallemander.com or search EEWbooks at etsy.com.   -Marsha

Eye Sores

***There is no clever poem or flash-fiction story for this one. I tried…but everything I wrote, sucked. It’s just one of those images that I was extremely happy with, as an image – alone. In fact, it happens quite a lot, and it’s rather amazing when a single image says everything I want it to say. Despite everything I wrote for the “Body-Oddies” book project, it seems better, overall, as an art book, uncluttered with written elements. And that’s cool with me. -John