Another drowning poem-comic affair. This one was drawn in a plane rather than on a train. You’d think I’d draw one of them while on a boat, and perhaps I will, perhaps I will.

One on the borderline of being a comic or being a poem – probably more poem that comic, I suppose, but the lines make a difference nonetheless. Drawn while on the wrong train in Italy.

With a stern yet companionable nod toward Roger McGough, one of the best poets ever. Pretty much nicked off with the start of his poem, but I’m a vegetarian computer scientist. So.

The inaugural poetry slam, a new idea where I hand-draw some comics based on the previous day’s poems and then post it here if it isn’t too much of a humiliation.

The sweet blend of writing poems and then turning them into comics continues. Some days I’m like, “Oh man, am I more awesome at the art or the words?” And then I’m like, “Oh man, neither.”

This one comes from a poem. Rilla found the beer line at the end particularly distasteful, but I feel that it’s what pull the whole thing together. You be the judge.

It’s from a poem. Sometimes I wonder if what I call poetry is actually not poetry at all. Then I stop wondering about that and turn my attention toward something more interesting.

Another from a poem. I really don’t want to say much more than, “Boom-Shaka-Laka!” Was that from NBA Jam or something? It’s pretty great, just like collective nouns can be sometimes.

When I’m right I’m right. This one came about from my great enjoyment of the concept of a “dead table” and went from there to the great heights that you now see presented before you. This is the good stuff.

Haven’t drawn a comic-thing from a poem-thing in a while, so this evening I drew a comic-thing from a poem-thing to even that situation out. Also, the word “denouement”, ladies and gentlemen! Let’s give it a hand.