Crowned with the majestic proof of a noble kill. Entry: So this has been a bit of a shit week, on many, many fronts. I only had a few hours last night so I decided to work up this quick sketch. Hopefully things will even out a bit around here and I’ll have more comics [...]
“Father, he’s been gone quite a while now hasn’t he?” “That he has. I do hope he’s okay.” Father rose from his chair to peer out the window in search of the missing Fat Man. Dog took the opportunity to lay back upon the floor as he waited for his master to return. “Dog does [...]
NPR does this Three Minute Fiction contest, where you’re given a prompt or some kind of direction, and told to create a piece of fiction that you can read in three minutes on the air. For this round, the prompt was the opening and closing lines. “Some people swore that the house was haunted.” and [...]
Brother Fawn herringbone stripe, dripped with brick – old paint. They don’t fit your frame, I assume, or more likely, they don’t fit your suitcase. T- shirts, cimmerian and soft, left in the chest of drawers last time you visited. Most are shapeless, my shoulders coathangers, but I like the monotone, the worn cotton, your [...]
An act of human defiance meets robot resolution. Entry : And so this is how it ends, not with a whimper, but with a “Fuck you!” I keep a small notebook next to my bed, mostly because all of my interesting ideas seem to hit me right before I pass out each night. About two [...]
The kind folks at Ida, a “queer community in the hollows of middle Tennessee,” let me photograph these portraits during their annual Fruit Jam music festival. I took hundreds of amazing portraits, and these represent only a small sampling. Here’s how they describe it: “This week-long event features queer and trans musicians from around the [...]
“Father,” the boy whined. “That man just ate four days worth of beans and the fish I caught on Sunday that was to last us through the week.” “Well son, he did say he was hungry.” “Father, the fish wasn’t even cooked! Do you not see what has happened here?” “A great man was well [...]
Title: The Last Light Word: Windswept Submitted by Laurel. 200 words about the last moments of a cosmonaut: That annoying pinging had started up again. It was the O2 sensor this time. He flicked the switch under the warning light, extinguishing it and silencing the noise. If he was going to die, he certainly wasn’t [...]
Birthday Zen Poem Apologies, rosemary- spicy nasturtiums hoard the sun. Sneaky cat is now in possession of the landlord’s house. No rent for him, his living is trouble. Tomorrow is your 27th birthday. I would love to give you Oaxaca: toast of roasted crickets, and molé.
I am a man of many dimensions. I attempted a particularly complex comic this week and sadly wasn’t able to finish the entire thing in time. In lieu of a comic, I present to you my latest attempt at a self-portrait. I have an odd obsession with these illustrations. As the title suggests, this is [...]
Some people swore that the house was haunted. Me, I just saw a very old house that was in surprisingly good repair listed way below market value. But Maggie? “It’ll be an adventure, Joe!” she squealed, writing out the check then and there to the amazement of the realtor. Had he accidently mentioned the ghost [...]
Click for BIG! Steppin’ out with my baby.
The Fat Man shoveled beans into his mouth with a spoon the size of his own ham-like fist. Most found their way into his mouth, though many cascaded downward into his beard and onto to the table cloth tucked in to the front of his ragged shirt. Dog watched the Fat Man intently pondering how [...]
From a piece I wrote for Longshot Magazine. Which is available for purchase here. WE ALL LOVE to play games and we all love to win. (Anyone who says otherwise is probably lying.) But what if you’re getting smoked in Halo? Or trounced in Monopoly? What are the odds of coming from behind and triumphing [...]
One of my ambitions is to see this happen for real.
Because the muse up and left me this week, I decided to share a poem I wrote in workshop at the lovely young age of 23 about up and leaving my muse. At the time, when I didn’t know what to write about, I would confer with Gertrude (sometimes Mildred), an older jaded imaginary woman [...]
I’d like to tell you that Ben Powers went down in the screaming wreckage of a jet fighter, or died a hero’s death while saving a bus load of orphan Swedish air stewardesses from a pack of atomic badgers, or that he’s struck out into the far horizon to find himself. But all of those [...]
