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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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No one can stop The Blood. No one can know whether The Blood is good or bad. The Blood wears a long red cape, so long it is like a power line snapped and hanging down to the ground. What is the process of The Blood? To start, The BloodContinue Reading

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Ⅰ There’re wheels of light rolling in the skyThere’re no wheels of light rolling in the sky Eyes full of patientsSuperheroesEntrances everywhereNo exit Ⅱ Lying alone in bedComplete the ceremony of a sufferingSuperheroThis accidental solemnityOnly poetry can witnessArise of this era—Insert the gear into the broken backboneImplant chips into theContinue Reading

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There are few superheroes as ancient as The Man Made of Stone, for he has seen every shade the villains of evil can make bubble and boil from the depthless undying center of earth, from which all evil springs. It burns at 9,392° Fahrenheit, the earth’s core. It is fromContinue Reading

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Domonique sat looking at her tablet. There was so much crime she couldn’t stop all of it, but she would try for damn sure with Uncle Vic’s help. Picking up her gym bag, she pulled out her uniform and began to dress. It was nearly 10 PM. She worked overtimeContinue Reading

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I wish I was Vin DieselThe only bone I ever broke was a fucking toothVin diesel drove a car out of one skyscraper into anotherI’m so thin, my own family says I’ll float away in the windI bet Vin has never questioned how much of a man he is ToContinue 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

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He’s having a rough, rough time, dementia diminishing him. Tomorrow, a hospital bed arriveson the scene, set up in the living room…he’s lost his appetite just shy of totally; refuses much,ergo not getting nearly enough nutrition no matter how hard I try…so he sleeps to conserveenergy…also tomorrow a geriatric socialContinue Reading

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You mean, what if I were Wonder Woman?“The Spirit of Truth” with an arsenal of advanced technology,butt-thigh-leg-arm muscles trained for combat, and goldenlasso to slay the idiot in the White House and cure the man in E716? Some nutcases think I’m some kind of Circe, witchy doctor-goddess,renowned for my vastContinue Reading