Diamond Comic Distributors has gone bankrupt. As someone who once worked in a comic book shop, back in the 80s and 90s, it was something of a shock. I came over all nostalgic for their blue logo. I still have a number of cardboard boxes crammed with comics that have ...

Sound-proofed, but still aloud
Some say I make thunder, others cloud me mute
Still Alone, but in a shroud
Some will walk me by, others crowd me mad
“So when will your world arrive?” Quote one mind.
Deadborn, but still alive

We are finally back with interviews, and who better to kick it off than with Genejoke, one of the most prolific, helpful, and active creators in the Duck!

Genejoke is invaluable in many group projects, including our top event, the Drunk Duck Awards, and its side event the Red Carpet ...

I was tempted to write about something easy and non-controversial this week, but then decided I would just keep being me. At least this post has something to do with comics, and current news. I'm genuinely interested in what people have to say on this topic, as it it ...

Lights upon a fading sky.
Whipping the night to encircle the dead
Blocks are talking to your I.
Curve them a wave and encircle them red
Joys comes dancing you goodbye
A smile so wide it will encircle your head.

NaaN (Now, always and Never)

There is a poem by one of the most interationally famous Greek poets, Konstantinos Kavafis, called Waiting for the Barbarians. I invite you to give it a read (I've linked its translation) but here's the gist in a nutshell: It's about the Romans waiting for the Barbarians ...

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We're chatting about the comics you liked as a little kiddo this week! The topic was inspired by a thread in the DD forums. This is always a fun topic and I always have to mention ...

Event horizon. The faintest stroke of the rosey dawn.
The end of time or so it sounds.
Clawing, scratching and crying to abound.
Here it comes the future drawn.
As my past self gives its final yawn, please, no funeral mound.
Let the belly of the wolf be my final ...

If there is one thing my comic partner and I have realised these past few years is this. The first half of the year is manic for us. Every year we get together to inscribe our goals into stone and within two months life has bulldozed its way through them ...

Your heart’s beating inside the hourglass
Orbiting your soul system it comes to pass
Begging for a new season to amass
Alas, white shadows still lasts–shrinking
But the earth is now drinking and the silver shifts to brass
Your heart’s still beating in the hourglass.