flautist?

harps in a ditch

2011-05-16T18:13:00.002-07:00

Some poems, here.

Cat Mask

2010-11-20T01:02:00.000-07:00

Here, I wrote this for you:

Cat Mask from Hussein Juma on Vimeo.

Between Two Horses

2010-07-29T11:04:00.004-07:00

Here are a couple of pages from "Between Two Horses", which is now completely finished!

Between Horses

2010-07-01T11:49:00.002-07:00

An unlettered page from my latest mini.

Sun Eaters

2010-06-02T13:50:00.003-07:00

"Overpowered mobiles (familiar models)
rotate among the cherubim (automated)
who themselves sneak through the rafters
They are Motorized, hair covered
All are suneaters
that watch the sphere unroll into digestible threads.

An unending flashing vaults. (in) Here
underground, Osip suffers the ill-wills of his appliances
as the illuminated vacate (their albs sated)
Suneaters spin pyramyriad matrices
then rising the light lifts/past torso-sight
He is to crane laterally
doing so undoes the textile tresses that weigh his genuflex.

To pitch his ave certainly (vacuumwards) Then
he Does; a half dozen bosch pears
fitted on Beth-Anne's spokes (each)
Makes two splendid eartrees
She wobbles, voluminous, along the median shining
till Osip prompts her to arc
to spin her alders
to primp her bosch

At the armslength (three)
She stops (the sun organs drop)
which he will use to unfeed
Trial to tread, flounder, build, and eat, each in order."

(Osip: viii, the Mercury Forms)

Clocks

2010-05-17T16:44:00.012-07:00

Here are several pages from a comic that I finished a few months ago, "Clocks". It is loosely adapted from a short film idea by myself and Hussein Juma that was, unfortunately, never realized.

Bastia

2010-04-14T19:48:00.013-07:00

for New American Felines

panel from my latest

2010-04-14T16:03:00.003-07:00

"I saw many, many things on my little trip, none of them even resembling a clock in the slightest. It was wonderful to be out in the world, wandering through the trees along the trails and paths that arc and bow through the surrounding countryside. I walked until I felt tired, laid down to rest, and walked some more. After a while, I turn back. I have seen enough for this trip. I feel renewed. Time to go home."

Some new(ish) drawings

2010-02-23T12:59:00.000-07:00

Here!

first panel

2009-08-04T17:50:00.001-07:00

Of my new graphic, cowritten with Micah Stone.

the soft pink

2009-03-06T18:29:00.001-07:00

and... go!

2006-02-28T23:52:00.002-07:00

> The orderly (she smelled wonderful) ascends from the drain. After exitting the bathtub she eyes the thighs of the oxen (headless). A counter becomes a crater (its fumes feast the fan).

She names the taxidermist and calls him (she likes him). The sharp chirp when she says "foil" lends him a disease and he dies shortly.

She takes his left shoe and makes it the bull's head, calling it plaintively "Edward".