Captain Mogyatt the Inscrutable studies his universe.

Two black dogs go running
Behind the broken tree…

Just a portrait of one morning in Our Fair City.

In which a flashback continues, as an uninvited guest takes a stroll through the mind of a comatose young girl.

Streetlamps stained the snow the color of old photos
the night I left the library too late for a bus.

Pitch a fit, but some things are inevitable.

I’ve been creeping around at night trying to get a fresh look at things, and finding a lot of color out there after the sun goes down.

In which a flashback continues, new heights are reached, and magic begins.

The sun there drew intricate and pale
damask patterns on the playground dirt.
The shadows were dim green and hazy
in the chalky dust blown up in breeze.

New year. New Sketchbook. New Pens. Same old right hand.

Don’t dream to your detriment, but at the same time don’t lose your sense of wonderment.

A re-visitation of last week’s post, but from the point of view of our hero: Miss Lucy-Mae Bear Dilbro, Shih-Tzu.

In which a flashback continues, past players are revealed and subterfuge is begun.

The whole town collapsed
into a single instant that Friday

Sometimes the most interesting illustration isn’t necessarily the most “culturally accurate” illustration.

Break it all up so you can pull yourself together. And whiskey.

What I did on Christmas break.

In which a flashback continues, past versions of people are met, and a deal is struck.