In my spare time lately (that’s a hilarious statement if I’ve ever heard one), I’ve been working on some blackout poetry. Sometimes my boys help me, sometimes they just watch.
Here’s the first poem I created, using old Fairendale books that were published under my real name, rather than my pen name (they no longer exist).
Know which book this page is from?
Soon I’ll be selling these prints to help raise some money for literacy programs in my city and across the country—because a child’s best chance at climbing out of poverty is having a good foundation of literacy.
