Two photographs, the top one features the outside wall of a building, with a half finished mural, with a painting of flowers and insects. The bottom picture shows two people working on the mural with brushes in hand.

A large gum tree

a young girl in a headscarf is apprehended by two older women in full black coverings. The back of the young girl's shirt reads "Punk is not Ded"

Black bicycle helmet with dents and scrapes.

A neon sign reading "Desert Walgreens Agency Drugs" glows red and green at night beside a quiet, empty street.

black and white photograph: rows and rows of bicyclists pedal past the photographer, backlit by the morning sun. to their right is a deeply-shadowed tree, and to the right, pedestrians in shade.

Illustration art of a portly gentleman with a dog having a gander at a very well stocked deli case in a market. Cured meats and cheeses hang from the ceiling.

a four panel comic, depicting a stylized purple ghost with antlers carrying a puffy orange cloud labeled "feeling". in the second frame, it walks up to a machine labeled "feelings processor", which is rusty and covered with cobwebs. in the third frame, the ghost carries the cloud over some kind of enclosed closet or door, bulging with other clouds, tentacles, and branches. in the last frame, the ghost is saying "i'll deal with it later" and shoves it into the crowded space.

Two detectives from The Wire in a shadowy room with the caption “Yo dickhead, where you been at?”

Screenshot of a baseball game between the Mets and the Mariners, showing Mets first basement Eric Young #29 standing in front of first base, occupied by Cole Young #2, with Mariners first base coach Eric Young, Jr. #53 behind them.

Retro comic frame of stampeding dinosaurs saying “GRUMMMFFF!” I don’t know the province.

"Daughter," Nicole Blackman

One day I’ll give birth to a tiny baby girl
and when she’s born she’ll scream and I’ll make sure
she never stops.

I will kiss her before I lay her down
and will tell her a story so she knows
how it is and how it must be for her to survive.

I’ll tell her about the power of water
the seduction of paper
the promise of gasoline
and the hope of blood.

I’ll teach her to shave her eyebrows and
mark her skin.

I’ll teach her that her body is
her greatest work of art.

I’ll tell her to light things on fire
and keep them burning.

I’ll teach her that the fire will not consume her,
that she must take it and use it.

I’ll tell her to be tri-sexual, to try anything
to sleep with, fight with, pray with anyone,
just as long as she feels something.

I’ll help her do her best work when it rains.
I’ll tell her to reinvent herself every 28 days.
I’ll teach her to develop all her selves,
the courageous ones,
the smart ones,
the dreaming ones
the fast ones.

I’ll teach her that she has an army inside her
that can save her life.

I’ll tell her to say Fuck like other people say The
and when people are shocked
to ask them why they so fear a small quartet
of letters.

I’ll make sure she always carries a pen
so she can take down the evidence.
If she has no paper, I’ll teach her to
write everything down on her tongue
write it on her thighs.

I’ll help her to see that she will not find God
or salvation in a dark brick building
built by dead men.

I’ll explain to her that it’s better to regret the things
she has done than the things she hasn’t.

I’ll teach her to write her manifestos
on cocktail napkins.
I’ll say she should make men lick her enterprise.

I’ll teach her to talk hard.
I’ll tell her that her skin is the
most beautiful dress she will ever wear.

I’ll tell her that people must earn the right
to use her nickname,
that forced intimacy is san ugly thing.

I’ll make her understand that she is worth more
with her clothes on.

I’ll tell her that when the words finally flow too fast
and she has no use for a pen
that she must quit her job
run out of the house in her bathrobe,
leaving the door open.
I’ll teach her to follow the words.

I’ll tell her to stand up
and head for the door
after she makes love.
When he asks her to
stay she’ll say
she’s got to
go.

I’ll tell her that when she first bleeds
when she is a woman,
to go up to the roof at midnight,
reach her hands up to the sky and scream.

I’ll teach her to be whole, to be holy,
to be so much that she doesn’t even
need me anymore.
I’ll tell her to go quickly and never come back.
I will make her stronger than me.

I’ll say to her never forget what they did to you
and never let them know you remember.

Never forget what they did to you
and never let them know you remember.

A page of black-and-white comics pencils by Jack Kirby, showing four panels from a Fantastic Four comic. In the first, Johnny soars across New York City's skyline. In the second, a crowd on the ground looks at energy blasting out of the Baxter Building. In the third, Sue deals with a complex piece of Kirbyesque machinery, the Thing in the foreground. In the last, Johnny and Sue are looking at something and grimacing.

A picture of my Soul Red 2021 Mazda MX-5 Miata RF with the top retracted. It is parked on a parking lot facing to the left in front of a lake. There is a sun setting behind the car with the sun and horizon visible through the window and open top.

Below that another photo of a document that reads "PNC Auto Loan Statement Final payment congratulations! This is your final loan pay...

woman holding a sign reading "python = serpent = satan"

A soft patchwork of muted spring colors, rectangular, 12 X 14 inner squares. The edges are soft, the painting seems more the comfort of spring, rather than jubilation. Also, it is a torso.

Krusty the Clown off colour image of him saying "I heartily endorse this event or product"

Yellow-white fire explodes into a green sky, erupting from a crack between two rocks. Standing to the left is a small figure, filming the scene on its phone. The painting is signed "Chris Silverman".

gravestone reading "POET PHILOSPOHER & FAILURE"

A long-exposure color photograph, showing a man (in shirt, tie, black hat, and gray pants) sitting in the middle of three shiny upholstered chairs on top of a set of stands where his feet are propped, while a ghostly blurred figure works on his shoes.

a fake product by creator obviousplant, in this instance a thin volume that is titled "every jazz sound". below that, an image of a balding man with his eyes half closed, playing a trumpet, with the adjacent text column: "featuring: TOOT, SQUEE, BOP, WHAH WHAH, TOOT TOOT, FLUTE VIBRATO, BOOM BIP, TOOT TOOP, BASS, SNARE, KICK, RIM SHOT, SQUONK, ...AND MORE". below that, an inset of a fedora that reads "inlcudes *fedora rustle*" and a cartoon crab playing a fedora with the footer "a jazz crabs hearing aid"