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I possessa lease agreement 40 some oddpages detailing the story of my lifetime as a heroineon this planet. No small printonly a straightforward agreement to bestow my talentand treasureto my fellow man anointeduntil my last breathto instill my legend. I’m at the pointin my contractwhere I see my ownvulnerability. LifeContinue Reading

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Down the moss-carpeted path you creep,Dewdrops crunching between your toes,Needles of ice embedded in callus.Hands emerge from your tattered cloak,The claws of a she-witch,Gnarled and twisted, remains of a vile act.Whorls of black ink gliding over skin,Peek from beneath your veil,Runic tattoos, symbols of power,Dance across your peeling flesh,Like aContinue Reading

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The bullets you lobat me bounceoff my field of impenetrability. Day by day the layers of fatunder my skinbecome my armor,necessaryto protect mefrom a worldinspired with hatefor anything other —odd, weird, different unusual —not dimensionalenough to fit intoan overhead bin insidethe forehead. Their punchesbounce off my body armor absorbingthe impact,Continue Reading

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I used to be just a girl from a poor home in Brazil, the nerd everyone picked on, the girl everyone called unwanted, but now they call me a hero. Hello, my name is Camilla. I was chosen by a few Egyptian gods to protect humanity against demons and otherContinue Reading

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Superman you just threw a car through this gas station wallAnd I’m just trying to get a small black coffee.I don’t even use the milk they make out of almonds anymore becauseCalifornia doesn’t have enough water for that. It is barely 9 in the morning. Superman we need good journalists,AndContinue Reading

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Unknown artistSilver Age of Comic Books? (1956-1970)Pencil on paper Recently recovered art dating from around the Silver Age of Comics, these sketches show concept art of a previously unseen and unused superhero: The Book-Stellar and their sidekick/bookstore cat Cat-a-Log (following page). From the notes gathered, this was to be aContinue Reading

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We made a searching and fearless moral inventory of ourselves. I have a superpower of my ownNo matter how hard you knockI can pretend no one is homeOne thousand miles each way I have roamedeyes forward like a yoked oxI have a superpower of my own Writing decay, anguish toContinue Reading

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Even superheroes get old. It seems obvious but not many people think about it. These individuals seem so super that the idea that they eventually need to be cared for just doesn’t seem to register with most people. And on top of that, you can’t just throw them in withContinue Reading

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To Cetus I pray:Grant me the gene memoriesof Earth’s singing whales. The Pleiades yieldmagical capacityto ancient wishes. Orion easesmodern insecurities;I grow more primal. Ursa roars wildestgrammars of animacythat I may bear grief. From Virgo’s housecomes the polemical fistof stars, of stardust. Karla Linn Merrifield has had 1000+ poems appear inContinue Reading