What is Comics Poetry? A comic is form of drawn or photographed media which conveys a sense of time, progression in events, whether they're in one panel, or spread throughout 4 or 5. Comics poetry is the essence of comics and poetry working together cohesively to convey a point. Though, poetry does not mean the content, or work of comics poetry is inclusive of text or is even suggestive of language being conveyed. Text can be included, and so can suggestion of words. This does not mean that something without text and suggestion of words is not comics poetry, as it does not mean that comics poetry is not comics poetry without any drawings at all. A comic can still be a comic without drawings. What, do you decide that the comic you're reading is no longer a comic when you're reading a page with black-filled panels and only text pacing itself across and down a page? Of course not. Any form of drawn or photographed media which clearly has a sense of progress in any direction or in any way, is a comic.

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In-Depth: Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities interpretation

Small Works: Garden

Alfred Browning Parker’s architectural models are beautifully displayed at HistoryMiami Museum in The Discipline of Nature: Architect Alfred Browning Parker in Florida.  Included in the exhibit are his sketches and final models, with so much attention to detail. His works which are organic yet true to Miami’s architectural style. He wasn’t an architect, but a businessman, builder, and even a teacher is included in his ventures. During his career he was as well known as a celebrity, most of which was triggered by the design of his single family home.

Prose/ Poetry



Summer cicadas passed,

Wipe your cheeks, Rosey Red,

Like the leaves,

You'll blend in if you aren't careful,

So go, wipe,

Wipe yours days away,

New ones will come,

And they can be better,

So wipe your cheeks, Rosey Red,

The cold will come, so please stay warm,

The wind always hits the bridge hard, you know better,

You know better, Rosey Red,

There go the last specks of red,

Rosey Red, don't forget who you are,

Though the days of yesterday are no more.