love letters & mermaid memories

i know y’all have been missing my so-called poetry….so here’s one i wrote yesterday (since i have not yet gotten my mojo pages in order….)

i am not going
to mail
this letter
i am not going
to hit “send”
blasting
my words
like confetti
in a storm
something that my primate brain
can accept
but can never
understand
so easily
&
instantly
bathing my victim
in my obsessive loneliness
despite his being many miles
away
many worlds
apart
from me
how many times
have i written this letter
how many people have looked away
as i exposed myself
pen on paper
fingers on a keyboard
my stupid message
in a stupid bottle
my longing to be heard
to be understood
by some
warm
body
somebody
am i special
to think someone
could love me
an impossible
thing
that comes so easily
to everyone else

sheep fingers

i’m sending off the bits & parts that will hopefully become confusion perfume & other neurotic comics published by tara caribou’s raw earth ink.

i guess i will be re posting all of the moses jones pages next? y’all ready for that? maybe i’ll hook a publisher for it as well….
i also need to try again at the sustainable arts foundation award for artists & writers with children. it opens on february 1st. i am thinking i am going to submit my latest pages of moses jones.

meanwhile, here are some sheep fingers for you to enjoy…they are good with ketchup.

weener coop page eight

so here is where i discovered the ink brush method of shading. i was going to uw art school at the time & had an “aha!” moment with ink brush painting as opposed to scribbling in the dark bits.

also, for some reason, i put panels in.
hmm?
the dialogue does not seem to be very linear, but with perseverance, you might be able to make sense of it.

weener coop page four

my stars & ribbons–there is a lot of cursing in this comic.

this page might mark my moving on from grievances with one particular housemate to grievances with that entire culture of some intentional communities.

keep in mind, i was nearly kicked out of this coop for my attitude & lack of censoring.
i’m not sure i learned my lesson.

weener coop page three

so i lived in this coop in madison, & there was a chick there who i swear was stalking me. every time i left the room, she would take my chair…. it was kinda funny until one time i left the room & she took my ex-husband.

weener coop page one

some of you may know i spent 4 years living in a cooperative house. this comic is based on that experience.
yes…i am a little jaded by the experience…yet i still believe intentional community is a good thing…just a tricky thing.

i personally find this strip hilarious…but i am sure it is totally offensive to some….

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