Dan was the smallest in his family but he seemed to have the biggest coat. It used to belong to his older brother, Pete. Pete laughed at Dan in the coat. ‘You look silly,’ he said. Dan didn’t like that. What made it worse was the enormous pocket his Mum had sewn on it to…

Dan was in a loud mood. He was playing a game he liked to call ‘BANG BANG BOO’. This mostly meant trying to scare his brother, Pete, who was trying to feed his pet mice. Pete was not in a loud mood. Pete was in a ‘let’s tell tales on Dan’ mood. ‘MUM, Dan is…

This is Macy Mayhew. Macy Mayhew can zip up her cardigan. It looks like a crocodile’s smile. Macy Mayhew can button her coat. It looks like five red ladybirds resting on soft green moss. Macy Mayhew can pin up her hair. It looks like a freshly made nest filled with sleeping baby birds. Macy Mayhew…

If sofas had legs they’d carry us far As far as a bus, or a train or a car. But sofas have just four small feet So you’ll have to walk, or take a seat. — Illustration courtesy of, and copyright, Darren Woodcock. Follow him on Twitter.

Tiny the Giant stood in a field and shook his fists at a Strange New Thing. ‘ARE YOU A GIANT?’ he roared. But the Strange New Thing said nothing at all. It just stood and it shook in the breeze. No the Strange New Thing did nothing at all, so Tiny the Giant ran off.…

Read the story below and then buy it in a beautiful paperback edition. Illustrated throughout by Nicola Anderson. — Tiny the Giant I AM A GIANT by Dom Conlon Tiny the Giant stood and shook his fists at the world. “I AM A GIANT,” he roared. He sounded like a giant. He felt like a…

Start with a finger Held to the sky Feel the wind blow And let yourself fly Gather the clouds Inside of a fist Squeeze them all tight And turn them to mist Open your mouth And drink in the sun Swallow it whole And break to a run Over the hills And into the day…

We make our way To Banana Chip Bay With faces of funeral glee. And we watch cotton buds In soft soapy suds Bounce in a Handkerchief Sea. We rest by the rock Where the Fudge Fish flock To the Wanderer’s billowing gown. In darkness we linger As he rubs one long finger On a swiftly…

He lived his life Upon his head. One day he sneezed And now he’s dead. — Illustration courtesy of, and copyright, Dave Kirkwood. Follow him on Twitter.