Hey. Not sure if anyone looks at my news, but I'm going to post here anyways.

If you're interested in doing collabs or don't have too much happening at the moment, there's a collab by newer artist coolmrhank happening in the forums. Here's a link if you're interested:

https://www.newgrounds.com/bbs/topic/1480803#bbspost26990018_post_text

I'm also doing alright atm. School has started up and I've been picking up a few commissions, so my posts are going to be even more further apart than before (sorry about that). I'm also working on a website to post images and updates on my character design project. So yeah, things happening.

Alright, see you later, and stay safe :) .

Up at eleven

haven' posted in weeks

and feeling weak

my head and the soreness in my hands

are at an eleven

But I wanted to post

and say I'm alright

I don't really have a right

to complain about good summer work

and I try to make good out of the most of it

There stands a special tree

with antler branches and asinine bushels that laugh

but the most special part about it

are the red fruit leaves.

Not fruit as in apple or mango

although it matches in color.

The red fruit leaf tree yields fruit colored leaves

twirls wildly with eachother like partners in tango.

Wind howls as the clouds grow darker.

Floods swallow the roof of cars

and the rain pours to reveal a deadly reaper

standing by to watch us suffer.

Hope seems starker.

but even in the thunder

with shadows like the night

the red leaf tree's colors glow with pride;

a promise made, never torn asunder.

Summer like an open gate

pollen rushes life creates.

Giant oaks tiny flowers

warm colors cool showers

Nose stuffed like a garbage truck

viscous spewing full of muck.

Summer like an open gate

pollen rushes

I hate it

Snowflakes tip strong stalks

Treasures lie in soiled roots

My summer's winter

Cesurae

a weighty break

or; a pause derived from natural speech

at times I need to catch my breath

and moments sink like heavy sighs

The day's like a liard

silver lining caked in brown rust,

but still worth a lot. Each day's worth

still holds up, in God we trust.

French engravings, etched

with silver lilies that never wilt.

Blooming passion matched

and petals that last.

Edges reeded and rusted;

day's been a little rough.

Abraded and burnished,

day's shine comes again.

La Fiesta

papers with cutout strips plastered on window panes

La Fiesta

red green white sign plastered store front; that

La Fiesta

small wire shopping carts made for small purchases

La Fiesta

goya truck drives by with orange blue racing stripes

La Fiesta

shopping for cow bones at

La Fiesta

air trapped by a bubble

has nowhere to go but up

amidst soapy rubble

plastic scrubbers and empty cups

daily chores fill time that is not rest

muscle rhythms press my back

bubbly waves beat against my chest

hot water drips from white-rubber drying racks

finished

with sore arms I can return to drawing

Kenny the Bunny

is rather unfunny.

With floppy flairs,

he steals my pears

and hides it in his belly.

Kenny the Bunny

is sweet and cunning.

He hops without mention

and steals my attention

and aches for gentle rubs.