Mar 29, 2024
Some Aki sketches! (She’s the MC)
Trying out a version of her design with a nose :)
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Some Aki sketches! (She’s the MC)
Trying out a version of her design with a nose :)
Did I ever post this funny little guy!?! He’s an OC for a comic I’m currently working on called Windbreak. I have a blog @windbreakblog but there ain’t much in there yet. He is my silly silly little guy
Cross section of a windbreak. Elements of Soil Conservation. 1947.
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WINDBREAK 8.23.21 “Cleanup On Memory Aisle Four”
My favorite days were grocery days Where I got to walk down that aisle with you Hand in hand, I pushed that cart in love’s intoxicated haze Knelt to grab your favorite pasta as though praying at pews I’d never been with you to church We were not that sort to perch Upon the railings of our community Wishing for divine impunity
Wreathed in the fluorescent lights from the cheese section Left me fairly and dairy certain there is a god Sun charred cutie picking a charcuterie board; source of my affection Wine held victoriously aloft, in regal nature as a scepter or rod Like an immigrant finding port, you were my Statue of Liberty Parting through the clouds and crowds of people that I see At the end of the flickering tunnel of broken lights Your discount calculating mind is the one I want thinking of me at night
I am so in love with how you dance and and how you play Twisting, twirling your hands through my hair While I lay in the bath or your lap, like clay We were tempered and I was fired without care So when each Thursday finally arrived Like a doorman on your arm I thrived You were as an angel adorning a tree Who knew it then, you weren’t there for me
It is in the mundane that I must proclaim and profane That when you anointed my crown with your lips I was baptized in blessings, if only moments would remain Just moments, but like all moments are as brief as an eclipse Lying in the field of pillows in our sunset Clenched eyes shut begging not to forget Just how beleaguered and eager I was to do some new chore Because nothing with you was ever quite a bore
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Goodnight kisses to Knockout!!
Autumn Arriving in the Palouse, Whitman County, Washington, 2019.