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The Stranger
By Rob Walker

Behind a face
Of two kind eyes
And a broad and toothy grin
Is a thing with fur
From head to toe
Wearing human skin

He's handsome and dashing
With a strong lantern jaw
His face seems incredibly kind

But there's something about the way he smiles
That gnaws at the back of your mind.

"Beware little one
These roads are harsh
With many a trap and pit
Perhaps I think it may be best
we walk together for a bit"

Last Friday I was able to share the stage with several talented people for the one night only performance of a project I have wanted to do for over a decade. If you occasionally drop in on my blog, you know that one of the fistful of projects I’ve been working on is a live radio theatre for Halloween. I am pleased to say that The House of Shadows seemed to go over really well. Our audience was much larger than expected and ranged in age from middle school students to senior citizens.

Under the Couch
By Rob Walker

Under the couch
Are dozens of toys
As well as a monster
Who eats little boys

He has long ragged claws
And a slobbery snout
And if I reach under
I'll never come out

He keeps guard over comic books
Chattering teeth
Monopoly pieces
All trapped underneath

Barbie doll heads call out with despair
While he uses their arms to comb
Greasy black hair

Picking his fangs with green army men,
An entire platoon in his cobwebby den

The Ticker-Tack Man
By Rob Walker

At 2:59 the streets are empty,
As quiet as a tomb

At 3 o'clock the silence broken,
With a clattering sound of doom

For the Ticker-Tack Man cleans the streets,
Before sunrise every morn

And if your not in bed by then,
You'll wish you were never born

You can hear him coming from far away,
With each step he takes

The tell-tale sound of "ticker-tack"
Is the only noise he makes

He's dapper in a tall top hat,
And dinner jacket tails

It has been a little while since I updated the blog, even though my work continues to get released online. It’s nice to have machinations turning even while I’m not appearing in front of the curtain as often as I used to. Thank you to those contributing to my Patreon, you have the greatest patience and I will reward you for it soon, I promise.

Things have been a bit on the crazy side lately, which is why it feels like I’ve dropped off the face of the earth a bit.

Victorian Cut-out Theatre season 3 premieres this Friday (July 15th) on Cinevore.com. This new version of the show is the best the show has ever been and if you like what you see, please repost on social media and tell your friends about it. With social media algorithms being the way they are, I need your help to get the word out. So please tell everyone you know about the hilarity of Victorian Cut-out Theatre. I’m bias, but this season really is the strongest yet. This first episode is all about coffins and burials.

It is 9:30PM as I type this and it is 90 degrees in our house. The coolest room in the house is my son’s room, which is the only room to have a window air conditioner. Seriously, it’s like a freezer in there. I’m so jealous. As it stands I’m okay, typing this in Bermuda shorts while our ceiling fan moves air around. I will do my best to think cooling thoughts.

It has been a little while since I checked in so I thought I’d drop you guys a line.

I’ve almost reached my original episode goal for Season 3 of VCoT. It is killing me not sharing them as soon as they are completed, but having them stockpiled will actually be better in the long run, both for Cinevore and myself. I’m not in a position where I can create episodes in the same way that I used to. This is actually a very good thing.

I’ve been busy lately with a lot of creative stuff. The new episode of VCoT is complete, which means that I’m over halfway to my original goal for episodes. Things are going well enough that I’m actually thinking about creating a few more episodes. I've created a few graphic promos over the past several weeks for various folks. All of which, have turned out exceptionally well. Mostly though, I’ve been writing for Cinevore, who seem to be firing on all cylinders these days with a barrage of projects.

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