Author Archives: Kelly O'Keefe
The Taming of the Cardboard Rhino
Once there was a cardboard rhino. He was so mighty and fearsome. That the villagers hid to conceal themselves from his wrath. But their shelters were not enough to protect them. After the attack, a small child was left behind. The child set out across the grassy plains. Into the lair of the cardboard rhino.Continue reading “The Taming of the Cardboard Rhino”
Sunday Zine: Tar Pit #2 Squatch & Rex
A sequel to the Tar Pit zine (below) it begins where the last one ends. Squatch and Rex, two great friends, running through the woods Rex was saved, he lives again, Squatchy understood From the tar pit they appeared, rescued from their fate Thing are better than they feared, now life’s pretty great
Sunday Zine: Tar Pit
Sunday Comic #60 Three Panel Recurring Strip (Kelly)
I’ve been working on this character for a couple of weeks. I still don’t have him quite right. My goal was to work on my own character. (Think Calvin, Charlie, Dennis, etc.) I was inspired by the way little kids look so wide. I wanted a signature shirt. (Where would Charlie Brown be without it?)Continue reading “Sunday Comic #60 Three Panel Recurring Strip (Kelly)”
Sunday Comic #59 (Kelly)
Sunday Comics #58 (Kelly) (Under the Table)
Sunday Comic #57 (Dad) (Bird)
Three Wishes
Oh Lord, let me die as an artist. Let the studio be my last home. Let the last thing I touch, Be a pencil or brush. Let me draw. Let me write my best poem. Oh Lord, let me see green and purple. Let the hues of the sky filter through. When my boys paintContinue reading “Three Wishes”
Sunday Comic #50 (Self-Absorbed: Epilouge)
My final take on the subject of self-cannibalistic regeneration.
Sunday Comic #48 (Self-Absorbed)
Sunday Comix #46 Pops
Sunday Comics #42: Murder (Read from bottom)
The Furious Story. Part Seven: "Awakening"
For some time, the schoolteacher just sat in the darkness and drank his whiskey. Not a sound could be heard in the cottage – even the usual chirping of crickets and tree frogs was absent. It was as though the story had absorbed all sound and light in his anger. The schoolteacher felt the story’sContinue reading “The Furious Story. Part Seven: "Awakening"”
The Furious Story. Part Six: "Darkness"
The schoolteacher carefully buried the bird beneath the rock and stomped back into the house, flinging open the journal and tightly clenching his pen. “You want me to write what I know?” Said the schoolteacher to the story. “Then you shall have it!” And with this he began to write: Once, at a very specialContinue reading “The Furious Story. Part Six: "Darkness"”