Mel Swartz

Having narrowly escaped life as a rapper, our man opted for the next most populous and appreciative audience of absurd nonsense words and near rhymes, children. (There’s more than Flappity afoot in the near future!) Lacking the natural apparatus for flying nor being able to breathe underwater nor the ability to hold his breath for more than sixty seconds, the author enjoys writing about creatures who can. When not ruining perfectly good illustrations and charismatic characters with asymmetrical rhythms and poignant plot lines, he indulges in familial connections, perspicacious compadres, various confections, libations, fabrications, contests and wayfaring by land, sea or air.