Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Two Kids

There once were two kids, their names Work and Play.
But their names would be different every day.

One was the fun one, the other a chore.
But the roles would reverse from what came before.

This day to that, and the day after that, one kid was a joy, while the other a brat.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Friday, March 24, 2017

"Coming Soon" Just Got Sooner!

Project Summary

Fluffless, a Squirrel's Tail
Authored by Matt Bergin, Illustrated by D.L. Skandle
List Price: $11.99
8" x 10" (20.32 x 25.4 cm) 
Full Color on White paper
30 pages
ISBN-13: 978-1544744490 (CreateSpace-Assigned)
ISBN-10: 1544744498
BISAC: Juvenile Fiction / Animals / Squirrels
Pointy nose, hairless tail, clumsy with acorns, and bad at climbing -- Fluffless is the worst squirrel in the park. 
But he is determined to keep up with the others -- all the way up, up, up, to the top of the great oak tree! 
But a couple of spectators down below cast doubt on his efforts and leave Fluffless thinking maybe he really is just nuts.

The latest from Matt Bergin ("Blank Slater, the Boy With the Dry-Erase Face," "Lesky Lee, Monster of Monsters") is a twist 

on "The Ugly Duckling," where the scruffy protagonist doesn't even realize how much he has to learn about himself. 
Illustrations by D.L. Skandle ("Little Duckie's Day").

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Fluffless Story Sample

We first meet Fluffless in a precarious predicament, proving why he's considered the worst squirrel in the park...


He's Not Like the Other Squirrels

Coming soon to a tree near you...





Monday, April 11, 2016

"Poopa's Garden" by Matt Bergin

Happy birthday, Dad. We  all still miss you. 

Poopa’s Garden
by Matt Bergin 

My dad said, “Let’s go visit Poopa's Garden!”
I shrugged and said I thought that sounded swell.
But then I had to ask Dad, "Who is Poopa?"
"He’s someone special that you didn't know so well."

So we took a drive upstate to Poopa's Garden.
And on the way, Dad said who 'Poopa' was to me.
"I once had a daddy, too," is how he put it.
"And that’s the Poopa we are on our way to see."

I then asked why we called it Poopa’s Garden.
"I’m glad you asked. I know it's a pretty funny name…"
"Grand Poobah" is what he wanted us to call him.
But he misspoke, and now our sense of humor is to blame."

So I figured we’d have fun at Poopa’s Garden.
He sounded silly, which to me just sounded great.
Dad knew a laugh is what I was expecting, and he smiled.
"A good joke is something Poopa could appreciate."

We stopped along the way to Poopa’s Garden.
We bought some flowers, which my daddy let me pick.
"How ‘bout these white lilies?" he suggested.
But I liked yellow daisies, which he said would do the trick.

"I have to warn you, before we get to Poopa’s Garden..."
"You won't SEE your Poopa there…like with your eyes."
I didn't understand the tremble in my daddy’s voice:
"You see, Poopa ... my daddy ... well … he died."

We stood silent at the gate to Poopa’s Garden.
As it opened, Daddy held me. “Don’t be scared.”
"Is Poopa scary!? I asked nervously of daddy.
"No, not at all…it's just scary when you lose someone who cared."

I wasn't scared, or sad, or mad in Poopa's Garden.
There was nothing to upset me there at all.
Just a sea of roundish stones on a field of fresh-cut grass,
And a few trees I bet look pretty in the Fall.

I got to play around in Poopa's Garden.
It wasn't quite a park, but it was close.
I circled trees and bobbed between those rounded stones…
And I took care to not disturb the resting ghosts.

We spent the day, my Dad and me, in Poopa’s Garden.
Dad showed me pictures and told me stories of way-back-when.
I guess I did feel kind of sad to never know him…
But I’ll be happy when we visit him again.

The End (is never really the end)

Visiting dad at Gates of Heaven ~2010


Visiting yesterday. There are more of us now. We brought candy.


Monday, April 4, 2016

Fluffless Gets Political on World Rat Day

Join the Rattie Uprising! And watch this space for updates on my next story release, Fluffless: A Squirrel's Tail, with artist D.L. Skandle.  
Art by D.L. Skandle