When Everybody Loves You

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This is the second short I’ve done with artist Daniel Max dedicated exploring the idea of a purely left-wing vigilante. We’ve been calling him Lefty Punisher for short.

“An Example”

Script: Me

Art: Daniel Max

Colors: Franci Gouvea

Letters: Rob Jones

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"Piercings"

Poem by me Pencils, inks, letters by Andrew Brown Colors by Mariam Yasser

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Piercings

Words by me

Art by Andrew Brown

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“This morning the sunrise”

Poem by me. Art by Giulia Stramaccioni. Letters by Rob Jones.

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"Apricity"

Poem by me. Art by Aryan Tandel.

From a word left in my ask box many years ago.

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"Dogs"

Poem by me. Art by Lybonn.

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This Machine Kills Fascists

Words: Me Art: Daniel Max Letters: Rob Jones

This is a story born from the question, "What if The Punisher were explicitly leftist?"

Full color version is available to read digitally in my 2025 Demo.

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It's not that Every song reminds me of you. It's that you were born of music And you reminded me Of every song.

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Looking For Breakfast On a Saturday Morning

I just want to eat pancakes and read Without the nagging dread That I'm occupying a table Better suited for A couple in love

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How heartbreaking

To know she brings her new love with her

To see bands I introduced to her.

How agonizing

To know my old love lives in the corner,

While someone who feels like me but better

Keeps it out of sight,

Out of mind.

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I cannot help but wonder About the child of Pride and terror My mother must feel When she sees  That her youngest son Has gray in his beard.

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The television shows I watched

Just after you left my life

Have new seasons,

So I’m hearing the theme songs

Of my grief again.

The characters get

To have brand new stories,

But I’m stuck airing reruns.

The comfortable ache

Lives with me

The same way

Characters in long-running series

Become old friends.

You don’t live in reruns.

You get new seasons,

While I compare my life

To TV.

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Tooth

I can't keep my tongue Away from the void Where my tooth used to be. I think it's natural to try To fill the empty space With something that feels so familiar, But it serves as a cavernous, fleshy reminder That I am truly less than The person you loved.

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I’m sorry if you find yourself feeling incomplete.

That’s just the piece of you that will always live inside of me.

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I wish I could cook for you again.

I wish we could go grocery shopping together again.

I wish we could sit on the couch and watch tv together again.

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I can’t go out in public with friends without thinking that I’d rather be with you. I miss you so much. Please make me your home again.

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I stopped telling people about you because I can’t bring myself to use “ex-“ to describe you