Milky blue turns inky black
As the sky above us moves, almost
As slowly as your hand trailing down my spine.
It peels back the unforgiving sun
To make room for smaller stars
And the coolness of the moon.
Stains of purple blossom through the paleness of my skin
Mirroring the galaxies that crop up light years away,
But harboring twice as much potential—
For your mouth has the ability to make me see
Much further than any telescope,
And though stars may form famous constellations,
The shapes I trace between the freckles on your arms
Make much more sense to me—
Because while we may be microscopic
Beneath the endlessness above,
I take comfort in knowing that you, too, are stuck,
reminding me that some infinities are bigger than others.
My beautiful chapbooks, all bound and ready <3
Dog City #2 contributor Luke Howard is a busy bee. Check out his new comic from the wonderful Irene Anthology.
(There are still a few copies of Dog City #2 left, which include Luke’s comic Trevor.)
#30dayscomics was good. Does anyone want to make a zine a week for the month of December? And trade them in January?
What’s the hashtag for this? Does something called “December Zine” already exist?
I don’t know if I’ll do this (right now, at least) but the idea is cool.
Testing out an old typewriter…
Show the world you take no guff with this brand-new, argument-stopping t-shirt featuring immortal artwork by the great Michael Kupperman, available from Topatoco. Wear it to your local saloon and let ‘em know you mean business.