Those Little Deeds

Those Little Deeds




Walking down Maple Street

Past a collage of posters plastered

On the brick wall of old Mr. Tenason’s shop

I Want You they beckoned

Blazing letters of red, white, blue

Promising the conquest of an enemy

That he had never seen

The glory

Of a war that was not ours

That we had to help finish

And he wanted to help

I asked himΒ to stay

He went


We sent letters, exchanged photographs

They preserved him forever as he was

And forever as he will be

Twenty one

I bought war bonds and saving stamps

Grew a garden to save food

For the boys like him

He was in my prayers each night

But somehow he slipped away

Taken from me by a bullet or a bomb

In some foreign land I could only dream of


The garden has gone to seed

Overgrown with the weeds of sorrow and neglect

I still the have the bonds, the stamps

Saved up nickels and dimes

Wishing I could somehow bring him back

With those little deeds I have done


I decided to post a flash fiction item today for no particular reason. I made this to accompany the sketch that I am entering in the local art show. FT πŸ™‚

Starting Over



Just a simple black and white comic, PSA style. I was looking back at my old country PSAs and noticed that the first one, for Finland, had very little color. For this one, I felt that color would be a bit too much. (Plus I was just lazy, so there’s that too.) All information was obtained from “The Colossal Compendium Of Fantastical Facts” on sale in the lobby as you exit the theater. FT πŸ˜›

Et Tu, Julius?

I know it is very presumptuous to assume that 63 people will read the comic, let alone have one reader that will get the actual correct answer. I also assume a certain political cartoonist will claim that he and he alone invented contests included within comics, but as they say in Torphichen β€œprove it in a court of law.” FT πŸ™‚