Comics – Stephen Saville

Stephen Saville has loaned us some strips. You can check out the rest of his work, updated weekly, here.

Round Two

In the red corner:

Painful.

Intracranial pressure
Priapism
Bursitis.

Inguinal hernia
Avulsion
Atrophic glossitis

Phillipa Sleigh

In the blue corner:

Two Gingernuts

So much depends
upon
a red head

remembering such
Big Words
like Priapism

Kieran Clarkin

Stencils – Oliver Crellin

Poetry Jam

Poem submitted by Phillipa Sleigh

Pleasant.

A cup of tea
A sunny spot
A cat.

Two gingernuts
The Sunday Star
A nap.

Poem in response to poem submitted by Phillipa Sleigh submitted by Kieran Clarkin

Painful

Banana peel
A fall
Broken Back

Haemorrhoids
A paper cut
The clap

Jacket – Fiona Clark

Jacket

I smoke a cigarette in front of our house,
in the old hunting jacket.

I read Whitman in the kitchen
……….. (to myself)
make cups of tea for both of us.

I haven’t done laundry in days, I say.
You say words like evangelical,
mime the hysterical pumping
of your heart behind its ribs.

Two Poems – Thomas P. Mgrath

Christmas Came In Autumn

Santa Claus,
My hero,
Delivered me a rake this year
All the way from the north-pole.
Mum said he climbed down the chimney,
Gulped the beer,
Gave the carrot to the reindeer,
And left ‘that note’.

My friend laughed when he heard I got
A rake.
He got a game system,
A real go-er.

Come Autumn,
The leaves came down by the sack-full.
Dad paid me to rake them all up
And burn them.
And he told me that
Santa is very clever for giving me
Such a useful gift.

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Either Either

The Early Bird gets the Worm,
But the Early Worm gets eaten
By the Bird.

The Aeronort – David Randall Peters

From the author:

Spelt incorrectly, with little to no justification, is; The Aeronort.

The first Graphic Novel from pon pixel-pushers (all lower case) is officially “in pre-production”. With vaguely secret and forgotten audio-visual tricks up its sleeve, this melancastic spy story, will surely woo audiences above and below the radar.

Stencil – Oliver Crellin

Hello Again

Hi Folks

Sorry about the couple of skip days we’ve had; it’s been a bit tough to keep up with ‘real work’ taking over our lives at the moment. Thanks again to all the people who have contributed so far; if you’re waiting to see your work, don’t worry it will be up soon. If you’ve been following us but haven’t submitted anything, have a think about it. Or approach a talented friend.

We’re taking notes on this thing as it goes, to see how we might best expand or upgrade to help promote the excellent work of artists around Wellington. Stay tuned, and I hope you continue to enjoy the work we are posting here.

Rocket – Fiona Clark

Rocket

My scarf on the wall is like a rocket taking off,
pointed at the top where it’s corners fold in, badly hung.
We are in a silent war of mouth shutting.
Where we’re taking off to is neither moon
nor new solar system of the promised land,
not the bench at the south wharf where I put adjectives to you,
put splendid to your hair, sound to your hips,
good as feathers to your neck and wrists,
curvaceous to the bones of your hands, to your eyelids,
described you into a vice. Dear, this rollicking
lousy rocket scarf of mine is on the rack.
I like your sickness and anxious back. I like you sound and glum.
The physics of move and lift without sum,
without weight. And no destination, none.