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Chess Boy: Capablanca’s Golden Bishop, Part 9

Chess Boy: Capablanca’s Golden Bishop, Part 8

Created digitally, kind of a different look. I think I like analog better for Chess Boy, but doing stuff in color on digital is pretty sweet, stay tuned…

Chess Boy: Capablanca’s Golden Bishop, Part 7

Chess Boy: Capablanca’s Golden Bishop, Part 6

Chess Boy: Capablanca’s Golden Bishop, Part 5

For some reason the scan picked up a lot of what I thought were erased pencil lines, maybe I’ll try to clean it up later.

Christmas Bugs

I actually drew this comic last year but I just found it. I had drawn two more empty panels after these, but I can’t remember what was going to go in them, likely more bugs.

Chess Boy: Capablanca’s Golden Bishop, Part 4

Chess Boy: Capablanca’s Golden Bishop, Part 3

Space Comic

Dad suggested that people make space comics so I made one.

Chess Boy: Capablanca’s Golden Bishop, Part. 2

Chess Boy: Capablanca’s Golden Bishop Part 1

fantastical actresses collapsing their passing praxis till they’re strapped with molasses my masses of mattresses ask pastors for plasters while my blasters last longer than a stronger man’s masters a big dog on top of a log asking god for a frog to sing songs on a ponderous slog my slugs buddies a nugget aContinue reading “Poem about things”

Some poems

The troubled bluster of the sublet was but less for the butler’s subtle bustle. The staple leapt into the pasted petals, pleats of pastel on a pallid plate.

John Keats, Trash Blasters

Closely-orbiting O’Keefe satellite Lee B recently recommended I read a Keats poem about fall, so I did and then I decided to write a poem. I’m hoping it will help me exorcise out of my brain some words and stuff that I have trouble not thinking about. Enjoy. The poem: Negative zone daemonic hellscape rivenContinue reading “John Keats, Trash Blasters”