May 2019
Assembled by Ryan P. Kinney
From works by Russ Vidrick, Connie Kopko Kramer, MaxWell Shell, Lennart Lundh
Additional content from Saga of the Swamp Thing vol. 1
At dawn
It is more interesting
The sparrows sing
That cloud looks like the starship Enterprise: a vessel of hope and discovery; a vapor. This sweet potato destined for the curry’s a carp: Japanese-lucky, walleye-man’s curse. And the cross-cut carrot? It ain’t an iris, a hint about eye-health. Friends, it’s just fun: not science, not God. Also, it’s dinner.
A fountain of youthful talent chemically imbalanced.
...with a grey skull full of He-man.
The road behind them curls
like a river taking the easy way,
not really caring where it goes
as long as it's someplace else.
The sky’s aflame. He skulks back to his mud, his ferns and stones. It is unease he feels, without a name, or merely autumn gnawing at his bones. The things of shadows vanish with the night. Worse horrors still are (may be) heralded by light.
From works by Russ Vidrick, Connie Kopko Kramer, MaxWell Shell, Lennart Lundh
Additional content from Saga of the Swamp Thing vol. 1
At dawn
It is more interesting
The sparrows sing
That cloud looks like the starship Enterprise: a vessel of hope and discovery; a vapor. This sweet potato destined for the curry’s a carp: Japanese-lucky, walleye-man’s curse. And the cross-cut carrot? It ain’t an iris, a hint about eye-health. Friends, it’s just fun: not science, not God. Also, it’s dinner.
A fountain of youthful talent chemically imbalanced.
...with a grey skull full of He-man.
The road behind them curls
like a river taking the easy way,
not really caring where it goes
as long as it's someplace else.
The sky’s aflame. He skulks back to his mud, his ferns and stones. It is unease he feels, without a name, or merely autumn gnawing at his bones. The things of shadows vanish with the night. Worse horrors still are (may be) heralded by light.
