For some, the only price for comic books that seems right is twelve cents.

For some, the only price for comic books that seems right is twelve cents.


I’ve finally punched through my creative block (it took weeks) and completed and signed the above page, “Left/Lest/Fest/Felt,” an illustrated acrostic poem inspired by Marta, my new friend from Catalonia. I dedicate it to her.
Marta, I wish it were better. I tried too hard; wanted it to be good too much. I tried and failed to make the illustrations obviously relate to their categories. Perhaps I will return to its complexities after I fully re-establish my momentum, but most likely not. I hope the hard work shows.
Here are the words:
Loneliness lets fall the Shadows, fading light to half
Lingers with its lassitude–of Energy a thief
Elements of zesty ZEAL decant with a carafe
Evanescent, maybe; still, in Georgia there’s O’Keeffe
Follow BLISS subjunctively, so hoping you’ll kvell
FATE may spin things SINISTER, as with a grassy knoll
Threat of predatory harm may taint a hand that’s dealt
Therapeutic caution says: obtain a lock & bolt