Sunday, February 11, 2007


These mysterious hours

are long-legged

little spiders.

The last day of each year

is my classified ad.

Scent of beach enter.

Lonely passenger, ride the dream bus.

Visit stores without clientele.

Heart so mountainous,

there must be

some unseen map,

bridge to nowhere.

We're in the midst of working on milk, vol. 8 and again I'm amazed by the quality of the work we'll present. It's been my honor to publish the work of these artists since 1998.

I haven't tapped into the world of comics in a long time, but I've been doing some research on Frank King and Chris Ware.

I've written a story that my friend Joe Kimball is going to illustrate.