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One World, handspun yarn with handdyed mohair locks, various wools, lyocell and nylon firestar

My first attempt at a comic page since "Vomit Man" and I'm pretty happy with the results. I need to clean up a few grammatical bits, but all in all a good start.

The Deathly Hallows for the Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt. 1 show event at Chunky’s Cinema on March 23, 2025. Made from foam blocks.

Snow White inspired Apple Tree and Magic Mirror. Tree made from cardboard base, spray foam and aluminum foil wrapping. Added faux silver leaves and apples.

Garden of Empty Promise The soil is almost too good. These Gourds will take over the field. Never enough bellies for all that Sinewy spice. Take a picture of your Accidental harvest. Post for all The hungry world to browse. That you Have too much and them, never, Enough.

“Champignon”, handdyed, handwoven scarf

Colonize II Fist to cuffs, you make the laws; Clutched now, all of us, in your claws. Cool girls pose, so we fit in, Even when doing such leads to sin. Make believe everything’s all for you, And on my finger that manipulative jewel. Duels internal, “This is not right.” But you’ve got the brawn; Always win the fight.

Colonize I A Golden Shovel after Margaret Atwood Time will ease guilt; you will not remember whether The plot you have built your house upon, the Windows soaking in false sun, is wilderness That soothed another; is Someone else’s real Estate. Sweep floors or Wash those panes. Not Caring depends Upon a brain sponge on Hyper-drive, who Thinks she is better and lives In her stolen home there. MA’s original line from Margaret Atwood’s “Circle Game:” “Whether the wilderness is rea

This is just a placeholder, so I can come back and post a piece when I'm feeling up to it. I do have this week's song, though: " Life Is A Song " by Patrick Park

An homage to the Brothers Hildebrandt classic Star Wars poster from 1977, but drawn with a couple of Keth characters.

Birthday If there’s a God above us, lurking somewhere in the sky He sometimes seems indifferent to the lives of you and I He may have been content to make the world and step away But I feel sorry for Him if He can’t see you today It seems a bitter shame to have decreed that there be light But not to watch it shine on you, reflecting twice as bright To miss out on the wonder that I somehow get to see Because your mere existence teaches Beauty how to be Your name is on the gent

Handwoven scarf made from hand dyed, handspun yarns

Our Holy and Obsolete Symbols II ( From MA’s “Eulogy for the Giant Tortoises” ) Try to anatomize all this, I dare you. There is no clear-cut diagnosis, No matter how many guts You arrange on the metal table. Impious toddler jockeying a rented Feller buncher. Our Constitution rolled and bound, For now. Stowed under a cenotaph, glistening Pink marble; a resplendent Lion guards for now. Half the country Smashing bottles at his paws.