confusion perfume page 47 (bukowski's undertow)

thanks to the enthusiasm of tara caribou, confusion perfume will be published in a collection with a couple other neurotic comics by your friendly neighborhood comic stripper (me)…stay tuned for updates on that!

trying to grow

originally posted in march of 2018

have i properly processed
my feelings?
have i managed to grow
past events
that shackled me
from
years & years ago?
am
i
healing?
am i ready to move
on?
my brain festers that much
less
rabid thoughts
calmed
i stopped
i took
time
i listened to
me…
did it work?

i picked an easy one today. i have like fifty more to go? as i re-do my “best” self-portraits with an end project in sight. a book? a showing? something titled, “the invisible exhibitionist: look at me! (don’t look at me)”

i liked the verse that went with this one as well. i mean, i am feeling again as if i have reached a point of healing–made progress.
you know, a year later…but still!

treasure hunting

so it turns out that if you spend thirty-six years writing without locating a publisher who will publish you & then just saying “fuck it” and squirreling all your writings away, you create a bit of a situation. 
i just went through some actual folders (not virtual ones) to find these gems from the early 90s when i was still using a typewriter because, fuck it, i am….(wait, what’s the opposite of cutting-edge?)
retro?
archaic? 
luddititious?
a dinosaur?
(if i am a dinosaur i want to be a velociraptor.)
wait–you know what–i am going to circle back & say i am cutting edge. i was years ahead of the hipster typewriter trend. i am a goddamned trendsetter. 

typewriters are cool.

so, in addition to my working on creating a book from select pages of my art journal self-portrait series, i am also working on putting together a collection of short stories. 
short stories that i wrote, and then left to age.
i think they are well-aged at this point, and ready for harvest.
or bottling? 
how would that metaphor work?

as you can see from this incoherent post, i am using all of my brain power for editing short stories & art journals while juggling four screaming minions. 

meanwhile…i am almost almost so close to being done with the postcard commission & the portrait commission.
so close!

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