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If I Had Control Over Judgement Day


I open my eyes and the sky explodes. I thought it would be bigger. It was more of a whimper than a bang. It’s the end of the world and you can hear a whisper. Everyone was wrong. There was … Continue reading

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Bad Parents


The gods are terrible parents. Zeus, flying around with his junk out, impregnating everything at lightning speed while his sister-wife Hera has children out of spite- children out of anger that breed War gods and discord and malformed cast outs. … Continue reading

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Forgotten, Sailor


Which way is land? It’s been days and all I see is blue. Or grey. Or green. No wind, no rain, no birds, no sound but the two of us. “Which way is land?” “Don’t worry, sailor, it’s nearby. I … Continue reading

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It’s Always Midnight Somewhere


It’s always midnight somewhere. Here? Not quite. But I don’t have time for details like that. I missed my mark, and one too many whiskeys have lead me here, watching the sun rise, thinking about the cat I had until … Continue reading

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Sickle and Hood


My first attempt and a real (formatted) comic strip. It’s based on the song “Sickle and Hood” by Brown Bird. I’ve done this in a more kinetic,  gesture-driven style, using my ink brush in tune with the music, rather than … Continue reading

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Bright Stars Gone to Black


-I’m not alone in here. -Of course you’re not, I’m here. Says the blonde woman, flipping aimlessly through the hotel cable channels. Ghosts follow me. Some I knew before, others seem to be along for the ride. Guilt? I don’t … Continue reading

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Little Wars


The first flight in recorded history was on December 17th, 1903. I’m sure the fear of flying was first recorded on December 18th of the same year. It’s a giant metal thing that looks like a bird that goes high … Continue reading

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