Category Archives: Simple

Simple (edit 4)

I’m blots of ink, a line or two, a supergirl you draw from inner sight. Now split the paper with your pen to find my comic heart.

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Simple (edit 3)

I’m simple in your hands — black ink on paper. Supergirl in skintight garb, your pen’s the blade that finds my comic heart.

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Simple (edit 2)

I’m simple in your hands — black ink on paper, supergirl in skintight garb. Your pen? A knife that finds my comic heart.

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Simple (edit 1)

In your hands, I’m simple now — just fields of black India-ink laid on rice-paper cream, a heroine in skintight garb. There — you’ve drawn a line, an arch where my ribs would be, a stroke to cut my skin, … Continue reading

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Simple

I’ve become simple in your hands. A few strokes of the pen, in simple black India ink, laid onto creamy white rice paper, or Bristol board. I’m as simple as a hand-inked heroine, her garb so tight, you can see … Continue reading

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