Recently I’ve been struggling with finding the motivation to draw. In part, it’s because I have had to deal with covid once again. However, the drive to work on our comics was diminishing prior to coming down with covid again. As the focus has shifted from having hobbies ...

Hello everyone, and welcome to Panel by Panel, a periodic exploration of comic panels around The Duck. We return to our regularly scheduled program this week, where I find interesting panels and wax philosophical about them. Previously we did a scavenger hunt which was a lot of fun, but we ...

Lights cresting fallen heavens
As I still spin in dead-end meditations
Mind is questing, never resting
Grasping for more unspent levitations
“It is hopeless, a waste of time” I tell mind.
Again and again as I still spin in dead-end meditations


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

I am the mucky-footed bullfrog that leapt out of the well of dreams
A place to be killed in what I leave behind
You are beautiful and you are growing up. but I am getting sick and I am getting old.
Am I your master or am I your slave ...

Watch. It advances. A blended eye to the one true contact.
Delicate, pristine night of visible disguise
Hear. It enlightens. A stuttered word to the one true conduct
Eloquent, redeemed might of audible delight
Feel. It entices. A torpid touch to the one true contract
Adequate, esteemed rite of physical ...

I watched an interview with Ira Behr, the writer and showrunner on Star Trek Deep Space Nine. He talked about his days in the DS9 writer's room. It was the 90's, and the early days of the Internet. Even in those days, Star Trek discussion was flourishing online ...

Where destiny lies
Off to the horizon light and darkness ties
Genius has already invented our demise
Only angels and flames may defy the skies
Burn my dreams for that new sunrise
Where destiny lies


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

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


NaaN (Now, always and Never)

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)

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 ...