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Mark Frankel
Let's Make an Anthology!

October 28, 2021. Wayward Raven is making an anthology of comic books, prose, and pinup art. Paid submissions with incentives.

Let's Make an Anthology!
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It's Dark and We're Wearing Sunglasses. Hit It. ...

The Ravens are taking flight to Chicago and bringing our indy comic books to the great people of the Midwest. This is our first time at C2E2, be gentle.

It's Dark and We're Wearing Sunglasses. Hit It. The Ravens are Going to Chicago

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Okay, so I'm continuing to build suspense for the cover (I swear it isn't on purpuse though) by showing you the fully colored pages two and three first. Hopefully everyone enjoyed the colored page one. Pages 4, 5, 6 and of corse the cover soon to follow. Once I have them up, we'll add the letters and you can see the completed results. Enjoy!



Museum piece

Museum

A suggested donation is paid as
paint dust, dried rainbow, faded flakes
flutter in the columns of over head light
bouncing off the tile floors dispersing
the diamond flecks of inspiration in
the pristine recycled air.
Avenues of captured sight are lined with
the painted and engraved mirrors in which
few dare to truly gaze.  Plug in and be guided along.
Theories and educated guesses swirl
as invisible smoke that is present
as real forestalling silence. 
A boy dressed in a business suit says
“That picture with the lady and the baby is pretty.”
As his father listens to the prerecorded commentary
from his white plastic covered earphones.
The boy loosens his tie as a pot has caught
his eye and he rushes to the pedestal.
He tries to stop but the body and base
collide.  The pendulum once in motion
cannot find its center.
On to the tile, the Grecian Urn falls
to become pieces, parts of a sum
that litter the avenue so none shall
pass as a claxon call terrifies the patrons
and alerts the curator to call the insurer
but the father cannot hear.
Guards in gray, underpaid and sleepy in their cells
converge upon the disintegrated past
as the reflection of a badge
glitters in the father’s eyes.
Light takes time to deliver the dance
of inverted images into the mind and we
forever chase the present and live in
passed by moments.
The urn was broken before the boy

saw it shatter.  

Spent the day down at the World Trade Center for an event. Good event, but it was tough to ignore the solemnity of the location. Right before everything started, a guy came by with a bomb sniffing dog to check everything out. If the two giant towers going up in the area wasn't a reminder that the world is a very different place than it was a little over a decade ago (it was), then that iced the cake.


On the way home I read Daytripper. Great book and it seemed to really cap the day and serve as another reminder how precious life is. If you haven't, go visit the site, read the book and hug your loved ones. Good night.