Eaten by Planet 29 The Art of Kevin Atkinson

Works: Rip Off Comix #24"In A Perfect World" art/story Rip Off Press Classics Desecrated Aesop's"The Warhorse and the U.S. Postal Employee" art NBM Publishing Buzz #3 "Sex Roles" Kitchen Sink Press Snarl 1-3 Caliber Press art/story Planet 29 1-2 Caliber Press art/story Rogue Satellite Comics 1-4 art/story w/Chris Reilly Slave Labor Graphics, Modern Comics Tick No More #5,6,7 inks Introducing The Tick inks Golden Age TIck #1 inks Tick Days of Drama1-4 inks Tick 20th Aniversary Issue "Duck"! art New England Comics Halloween Man "Fish Story" Halloween Man "Murder By Death" art for Drew Edward's web comic Horror Classics (Graphic Classics Vol.10) adaption of Poe's"Some Word's With a Mummy" art Graphic Classics Rafiel Sabatini "Desperately Seeking Sabatini" art Adventure Classics Rafiel Sabatini's "Blood Money" art Graphic Classics Mark Twain Adaption of " The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County" Graphic Classics H.P. Lovecraft Adaption of "Sweet Ermengarde" art Eureka Productions Jest Cause Graphic Novel art Platinum Studios Graphic Classics Jules Verne Adaption of "In the Year 2889" colors Rogue Satelite Comics "Crossroads To Lambada "graphic novel- Patchwork Press e-mail: [email protected] All art © 2016 Kevin Atkinson All characters © their respective holders

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Sing a song of Golem, born of ancient clay, where silence thick and secrets stick in Prague at close of day.

Fingers smear the river mud, words carve through the gloom, Rabbi whispers mysteries inside his candle’s room.

Mouthless, heartless, standing tall— heavy shadow, empty eyes— he waits for breath that isn’t his beneath the vault-black skies.

Letters on his brow ignite: truth and life and fear— he lumbers out to guard the flock the rabbi’s people dear.

Stone cannot know mercy, nor clay the taste of pain, yet in the night he listens to footsteps down the lane.

O, sing of Golem’s sorrow— creation’s lonely child— who longed for love and understanding but only was reviled.

When dawn dissolves enchantment, and spells are swept away, the Golem sleeps in attic dust, awaiting another day.

Sing a song of Golem, of hope and dread entwined— the dream of one who made him, and the fear he left behind.

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