Monday, December 29, 2014

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Friday, November 28, 2014

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Monday, November 3, 2014

does anyone know someone who can give me an invitation

does anyone know someone who can give me an invitation
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Thursday, October 30, 2014

Monday, October 27, 2014

poem of eighteen lines

by nick nelson





my mom was a nice person
she had a big head
about as big as you’d find on a person her size
but it didn’t make her a bad person

my dad smoked a pipe all the time
if he smoked liked that today he’d probably be taken out and shot
but back then it was different
people accepted him for what he was

my sister nellie was a very ordinary person
nobody saw anything remarkable about her at all
not me, or anybody else
but she finally got a husband anyway

my brother joe was always talking about running away
it was just about all he talked about
but he ended up getting a job in town like everybody else
and he never went anywhere

as for me, there isn’t a whole lot to say
so i’ll just leave it at that




Sunday, October 26, 2014

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Monday, October 20, 2014

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Monday, October 13, 2014

Friday, October 10, 2014

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Friday, October 3, 2014

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Monday, September 15, 2014

Thursday, September 11, 2014

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Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Saturday, August 30, 2014

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Monday, August 25, 2014

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

given the rather small time span from their recent divergence

given the rather small time span from their recent divergence
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Sunday, August 17, 2014

Friday, August 15, 2014

a chance encounter

poem by horace p sternwall

illustrations by pete palomine





as i was walking down the street
a surly beast i chanced to meet
he seemed a stranger to civilization
and had ideas above his station

he fixed me with his limpid eye
and asked me if i cared to die
i held his gaze and answered straight
that i was but a child of fate

this answer quite amused the creature
good humour liquefied his features
and just as i relaxed my stare
he disappeared into the air