mostly cryptids, some art.

Expression exercise featuring brainchildcomic's very own Nosilla! Read the dang thing.

Piles of human skulls is the ideal first date spot for any mothman with their head on straight.

Argus queen, young and sweet, only seventeen.

Bleach & Coffee, adapted from a short story, which was adapted from a photo in Lynda Barry's picture bag. Lots of adapting in Making Comics.

Her multi-armed form.

The life and times of a spirit of air and shadow.

I am shopping with my mom at Super One Foods. It's the fruit section that recedes into bacon, pickles, and bologna that's where the bulk candy is kept. There's one bin in particular, the flavored tootsie rolls that I only ever get at Halloween, that catch my eye. I'll take one or two, the pink ones, won't hurt anybody. But when my mom sees me reaching into the bin it's like the part of the dream where you realize you're naked. I sob relentlessly as my mom walks me to the checkout line. She doesn't yell, she never yells, but she presses a nickel into my palm and tells me to apologize, which is far worse than any kind of yelling she could do. The startled teenage cashier takes witness of my mumbling and crying and snot bubbles before I get it out. I don't think I've ever been this ashamed over anything before, and it's not the act of stealing but mom's disappointment.

The monster, very old, with its one true love.

A return trip home.

My Encounter with Mothman, the spontaneous index-card comic that started it all.

Adapted from an exercise by Lynda Barry in her Making Comics class for spring 2013.