Category Archives: Poetry

Inktober 2016 (Day 2-31)

So I just realized that I haven’t uploaded the rest of the Inktober bunch, so here it is! 31 days of solid doodles and gray tones. Click on any of them to view them full sized. Enjoy!


February 28, 2017 · 6:10 pm

Opening Page to The End is Nigh 1-2

Well, here she is, lookin’ good enough for my taste. Hopefully I’ll have the other pages fully colored and lettered in the next few weeks! Stay tuned! THE END IS NIGH!!!

Nigh Issue 2-1


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A Sudden Realization;


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April 5, 2016 · 8:20 pm

Tao 26;

If you let yourself be blown to and fro, you lose touch with your root;

If you let restlessness move you, you lose touch with who you are;

doodlin mijo


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The Pearly Gates

The Gates of Heaven 2015

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“Because I LOVE You…”

Uh oh, there I went again. I said I wouldn’t say, not another time, but my mouth moved too quick for my brain to catch up.

What comes next? Isolation? Deteriorating friendships? Quiet talk? No more than simple exchanges? I think that’s wrong.

So what if I love you? Maybe we can just live with that.

Just maybe…

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How Many Turnips Did You Pick Today?

“37,” I replied, so eagerly.

It’s funny, how the stars look like tiny little bubbles in an endless ocean that is the universe.  It’s also funny, how a single glimmer, and instant shimmer can turn your brain around.

All the minutes, hours, days and weeks seem to mesh together into a subtle pile of tainted sludge.  “It’s Impossible,” I say. “Theres no way in hell we’ll be able to sort through this mess.” There’s no way it can be done. It’s much too dirty, and we hate getting our hands wet.

When all the pieces are broken, how do you solve the puzzle? A Cube named Rubix makes things much more precise in this situation. Especially when you know exactly what the outcome will be. But wheres the fun in that?

Warmth slowly leaves my shoulders, as do the indents of your embrace. How many times can a sheep cry boy?

Like a lonely manatee,
Drifting in the sea,
Waiting to be,
What we can’t see.

Prophetic. A most unusual turn of events, has eventually led the collective to a single point of emotional discomfort.

Regret It. Everybody does at some point in time, but can we wait until later to do so?

Pathetic. The only hope we have is through the good will of our hearts and souls. We can do it if we all just pitch in a little bit.

Let’s just begin. Let’s just turn the page, because It’s better than closing the book.

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