Pg. 4
The Boy and the Girl and the Dog in Lost Year Country
Courtney and Peco and my dog Dan
Went to the roundhouse in Pakistan.
They went to the housekeep and politely requested,
“Can we have back the years we have lost and digested?”
“No,” said the housekeep. “I’m afraid they are gone.
Now get out of my house and get on your red swan!”
So they road away fast on their swan with great pain,
Wishing their years would regrow like the dust on the plain.
But a wish is just stuffing inside of a bear.
Cherish your years with great pride and care.
Delilah the Elf’s favorite sapphire sundial shimmered in her hands as she sat perched in the Southern Jaundice Waterfall and watched the sun rise. The cool rocks below pointed up to the valley’s clouds, famous for their jagged appearance and high bounty on the sky market.
As Delilah bathed in the shadow of the falls, a strange calm flowed through her. She had her favorite sun dial and the promise of a new day. Perhaps things were not so bad after all. Breakfast would be a slathering of butter on honeydew, a prize stolen from a glass table during yesterday’s underground kobald raid. There was no doubt in Delilah’s mind that the world was random and cruel, but beautiful.
“Shut up, Applecore!” screamed Delilah at her horse, in response to five aggressive whinnies in request for morning nourishment. “I’m trying to take a waterfall bath and look at my sun dial!”
The horse uttered a single whinny in sincere apology.
As Delilah continued her waterfall bathing and the sun continued to rise, she sang a song from her days in Aunt Emily’s School for Young Nuns:Rust won’t last forever;
It always peels away.
(I’m sorry.)
Dust won’t stick in cold weather;
It’s just too cold to stay.
(I’m sorry.)
People that you love and things that you adore
Might pass like a note; they won’t be there anymore.
(I’m sorry.)
So hold your inner self close and pray to who you are,
For being alone in our sad world is your only guiding star.
(I’m sorry.)
(Source: sessileblossom)
“The Boardinghouse Reach,” pg. 8.
It’s going to be a 52-page story about running away from the people who love you/bore you and staring your unsavory future in the face.
It’s Wendy Pini’s 64th birthday today. Let’s all take a moment of sincere silence and appreciate insular worlds involving elves.
Turn your sound up (part 2).
Turn your sound up, if desired. Katherine Poe as Debbie.
New book!
Introducing a pamphlet of drawings, most of which were made in the dying spring months of 2014. This tract instructs a young swaddling swine to charm on Sundays, bury oneself in one’s brain deep, make winters come out wrong, infiltrate the Alan Boys’ clubhouse, remember what you forgot, protect oneself from blank doldrums, confront a boring heaven, groom oneself and prepare for a land of no thought, guzzle one’s youth, and ready oneself for a strange and upsetting dinner.
$5, 24 pgs., 6 x 9. Color covers, black-and-white interiors. Saddle-stitched. Dane Martin Comic Books release no. 12.
Order here, if desired.
(As always, bad Lulu cover sample does not reflect actual print quality.)
laikagohome asked: tell me a little about yourself please~!
I grew up in the Dark Corner of the Appalachian mountains which is where Deliverance (1972) takes place. My dad was a schizophrenic attorney who spent a lot of time in Japan while working on a case for Mitsubishi in the 70s, and my mom is a southern baptist debutante from the last vestiges of the Piedmont Poe family, Edgar Allan Poe’s closest living relatives (no sons to carry on the name). I left home at 16 after my dad died to study art and distance myself from my abusive mom, who has the same name as me. I’ve worked in galleries in Brooklyn and the Lower East Side, got an mfa in interdisciplinary arts in San Francisco, and currently work at a jewelry counter in a department store in the Midwest// trying to save up enough funds to move back to the Hudson Valley in upstate NY~a magical place I feel most at home, with my partner Dane Martin. I post my drawing practice @ katherinepoe.tumblr.com
