Soulful
Autumn leaves in piles
at your feet I smile
whisked up in the chill
of bare tree limbs
regal in poses
possessing the spirit
with promises of apple cider
and cinamon sticks
knitted sweaters
with kaleidoscope jewels
and amber sap
on sticky fingers
finding their way to
comfort in decay
an annual dance
of those bewitched
by western winds
Fortunate are those
with the autumnal soul
Choosing peace? Maybe.
Short haired Simon strikes again! He looks good in short hair; I considered making his short hair his original hairstyle, but the ponytail won out in the end. He has a white collar peaking out of his outer jacket. All the more fun to splatter stuff on!
It was a challenge matching silhouettes with his original outfit. Yes, he’s more withdrawn here, but he’s still Simon. I gave him a fur cape to add that sense of luxury and drama.
Joanne, how do you pronounce your last name?
(-)
[a moment later] Hey, stop talking about me!
Morris Lawrence Building, 2:30PM, 9/7/2024
under the norway pine there are faint notches in the bark, one tally for each secret you have spilled. its twin used to bear the weight of teenage angst, hearts carved so deeply they scarred the cambium. it burned down one night, struck by lightning in front of your house. confidence or coincidence? we were young and nameless; admit it, there is no more value in saving face. buttercup blues–scale a tree, snap a branch, so you can’t leave.
How many followers do you have?
One.
See, then the ratio of one to eight hundred following is crazy! Who’s the one anyway?
A random.
Mosher-Jordan Dining Hall, 11:30AM, 9/6/2024
we sentence dynasties of mice to their deaths, eyes strapped to a display, a paralysis of creature and conscience. outside, i am drowning in distractions. i see your mouth and i smell your voice, just out of reach, a parasite in the brain. i turn to the screen and immediately the sensation fades. my screams are reflected in a pleasant digital echo, but it does not matter anymore. above, an observer makes a note– turns to the supervisor–makes a face that betrays a flash of fear. the wheel keeps turning, though none remember why.
Separate my work from my life, I’m glad that I was the one to answer the phone before my story goes public…
Barnes & Noble, 10:00AM, 11/1/2024
there is a collage of shoe prints at the front door. how long has it been since i visited you? there are boots and canes and infant shoes strewn across the hallway. we embrace like lovers; we discuss the weather like strangers. the heat, am i right? we are two ostriches with our heads buried. quicksand logic: time moves slowly if we reminisce, as if memory moves counterclockwise and we can escape to the treehouse and the campfires and the blanket tents. your ingenuity reflects my innocence. the baby coos and you whisper lullabies in a foreign language–i realize it is foreign to no one but me.
Hi guys! I’d like to introduce my original comic featuring these silly guys :). Hope you enjoy! I am planning on making an almost slice-of-life style comic with them. The main character is the brown cat, her name is mur, and you’ll probably be seeing her the most, but I’ll add more characters as time goes on! Like the dog (his name is Keys).
With it being exam season, this week I’ve drawn a little point-of-view sketch inspired by all of the late-night study sessions I’ve been having in my dorm lately. I’ve always enjoyed doing point-of-view sketches; even though the perspective in this one is quite unrealistic, these sketches offer a great opportunity to practice drawing people and characters interacting with their surroundings instead of my typical drawings of characters existing in front of their environment. Overall, I really did enjoy this sketch and I’m happy with the result : )
