For some, the only price for comic books that seems right is twelve cents.
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Punching Through a Block Wall (part 3)
I’ve finally punched through my creative block (it took weeks) and completed and signed the above page, “Left/Lest/Fest/Felt,” an illustrated acrostic poem inspired by Marta, my new friend from Catalonia. I dedicate it to her.
Marta, I wish it were better. I tried too hard; wanted it to be good too much. I tried and failed to make the illustrations obviously relate to their categories. Perhaps I will return to its complexities after I fully re-establish my momentum, but most likely not. I hope the hard work shows.
Here are the words:
Loneliness lets fall the Shadows, fading light to half
Lingers with its lassitude–of Energy a thief
Elements of zesty ZEAL decant with a carafe
Evanescent, maybe; still, in Georgia there’s O’Keeffe
Follow BLISS subjunctively, so hoping you’ll kvell
FATE may spin things SINISTER, as with a grassy knoll
Threat of predatory harm may taint a hand that’s dealt
Therapeutic caution says: obtain a lock & bolt