October 28, 2021. Wayward Raven is making an anthology of comic books, prose, and pinup art. Paid submissions with incentives.
Dear Reader, the second issue issue of The Ascendant is done an being prepared by Kablam as you read this. We will be debuting it at the Boston Comic Con in just nine short days where you can get your hands on a signed original first edition copy! Unless, of course, you are so excited that you want to go out and get the digital version first - details on that to follow. To sate some of your curiosity, here are the first three pages. Enjoy! -Mark
So, here's some of the stuff we got just in case you haven't seen it.
Those are the The Cell, a paranormal novel, and Ominous Odes a short story collection. (check out the Books section for a description)
Those are the comic books The Ascendant #1 and Horsemen #1
That is the long sleeve t-shirt that is a favorite.
This is the cover to The Ascendant #2 and it is coming very soon. Might be on Kindle this week and other digital providers. Print as early as next week.
I just put in the order with Kablam for the Ascendant issue 2. It should be in my hands in about two weeks, just in time for Boston Comic Con on the 20th. In the meantime, here's the cover, more sneek peeks to follow!
Hope all are faring well. So, be one of the first five people to answer a comic book question and win an ebook version of The Cell. (Look on the Books page to see more about The Cell)
What was the name of Galactus's home planet as the person Galan?
Please use the contact form to answer. Attn: Josh. Please indicate what type of e-reader you have so the appropriate file type can be sent in a reply. Ars longa, vitae brevis. Cheers!
Here's something you don't see all the time here: creepy poems. Why?... Why the hell not.
Soaking
The water goes cold
The wine bottle slips
The attempt fails
Chipped shards of glass
Jagged as shark’s teeth, sharp as tears
cry as they beckon my plump feet
to pop the skin and free
sweet sanguine sweat of iron
as they puncture and crush
and crush and crush and crack
as the checkerboard tile floor
aches for the pulsing blood
as it dries with warm gasps
as the tingles are tossed from
under foot to over head
as pings ripple through the
embedded glass hooks
one jump, to the balls of my feet
the glass attached as a tick, rides
the clumped toes
the dusty glittering glass
macerates and lacerates
awash in crimson
scarlet stains, the red dries to black
as the doors swing open to let
in the light and burn the cuts
that never reach the wrist.
Burned brightly
The tiger can no longer burn bright
the proud predator yearns to slumber
as the breath is labored and reluctant
catabolic cancer consumes all
evenly
alike
the cat that once dreamt of fire
now waits while the embers are fated to be
as the frost
on the glass
of the smudged
window
that beckons the smoke to stain
the view-bright, so bright to be dull-
The asymmetry of the palsied face
invokes memories
as the tiger pounces
on to a silk pillow’s sheen and
Purrs, and Primps, and Watches
the prey mocking birds
parade on the dying
lawn of autumn.
The tiger is fed
claws retract.
The breath is labored
The slumber is not.
Pathetic fallacy
Yellow ebbs and breaches the rounded edge
as potent whispers of magnesium white light
gasp and burn the mist of the greedy morning
New sprouts and shoots search
Among the vast verdant vistas
to view, a stronger sun shining
silently eating the splendor of another
revolution as the heat’s and hell’s
fury is called forth, invoked
to illuminate the path
the plow must follow the fold
of the soil as it releases its
eager moisture.
The sun at its longest hour
seethes and spasms
With reluctant annoyance
as reserved animosity rises
for the parched plants and animals
hiding in the shade.
Memory
Atmospheric lesions, ghosts of experience
sliced and sawed off by spectral knives
dull blades, spoons scoop the senses
in as series of sedated speculations
the gray matter is dust
the mind still sits vibrating
at idle, the one second
becomes infinitely lost
in between the firing neuron
and the chemical bridge
***
Scars across starry eyes
Leech out and spread
as the mind seeks contrast
in the light and dark horizon
***
The betrayal of the cell is revealed
and lightens the view as the
smooth agreeable sheen of
childish soft cornered scenarios
are offended by adult content
Buried as a stillbirth, in the dust
The ghosts are lost
and seek their place
on the other side of the bridge.
(poems by Joshua)
