comic strips

Bucky Katt Does Robert Frost

/ Tracy Abell / 2 Comments

               

GET FUZZY by Darby Conley

Doesn’t this seem like great fun?

For instance, how about "Bob Chilly’s" THE PASTURE?

I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I shan’t be gone long. — You come too.

Here’s my adaptation:
I’m leaving to wade back into Scrivener mode;
I won’t stop except to wipe tears from my cheeks
(And wait for my vision to de-blur, maybe):

If I’m not back soon, please come find me.
 
I welcome any and all adaptations in the comments section . . .
            

Go Well, Be Well

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This one is for Zippy and  !!!

(Agnes is dressed as Wellness Woman, dispensing advice on healthy living . . .)

AGNES by Tony Cochran

Such is the danger of three-chord songs.

             

Keep Your Pants On!

/ Tracy Abell / 4 Comments

       

AGNES by Tony Cochran

Which just goes to show writers cannot possibly appeal to every demographic.
Stories involving little sailor pants are a genre unto themselves.

                        

Finding your audience

/ Tracy Abell / 12 Comments

       


PEARLS BEFORE SWINE by Stephan Pastis

Maybe we should forget Facebook and Twitter, and drive traffic to our blogs via public restrooms!
(There once was a Tracyworld from Nantucket . . .)
                         

We all Need Goals

/ Tracy Abell / 17 Comments

               

AGNES by Tony Cochran

I’ve just hired Agnes and her Winter Consolation Service,
and have high hopes for an improved outlook within a month’s time:

                                                                                                                  image from morguefile.com
Take that, February!

               

Karma, Baby

/ Tracy Abell / 16 Comments

            

AGNES by Tony Cochran

I can’t help thinking of the little spat I got in with the resident evangelist at the meal on Monday.
She thinks it’s her right to tell people they’ll go to hell unless they accept her religious dogma,
and got testy with me when I told her to knock it off.

Wonder how her teeth feel today?
               

The Rotting Corpse of Fall

/ Tracy Abell / 16 Comments

                


AGNES by Tony Cochran

It’s scary warm here,
and winter feels very far-off.

Can’t believe I’m saying this:
We need snow (although I’d settle for rain).
Anything would be better than this rotting corpse of fall.
                       

Old Family Traditions

/ Tracy Abell / 12 Comments

        

Ah, yes, holiday customs . . .

AGNES by Tony Cochran

I’d love to hear your Thanksgiving traditions.

I’ll go first:
My in-laws spend much time setting table and preparing food,
but once they sit down, they practically inhale the meal.
As one horrified guest exclaimed: "You’re a pack of wolves!"

(*waves to Zippy*)

Okay, not as interesting as the Cowboy Copas,
and probably not so much tradition as bad habit,
but you get the idea.

So spill, people!
             

Worry Wart

/ Tracy Abell / 6 Comments

        

AGNES by Tony Cochran

Man, can I relate.
I do not, however list my worries.
There’s no need; 
they play in a loop at three in the morning.
                    

Agnes and Bob . . . Again

/ Tracy Abell / 13 Comments

            


AGNES by Tony Cochran

When I was younger and colossally more naive,
I called Information in hopes of getting Bob’s number in Malibu.

Clearly, my efforts would’ve been better spent on 
forging a friendship with Agnes.

                     

Be Still My Heart

/ Tracy Abell / 12 Comments

            

AGNES by Tony Cochran

I’m just so excited to have Agnes and Dylan together,
I’ll forgive the complaining, hopelessly nasal comment.
After all, she did acknowledge his genius.

And there really is no arguing with the nasal.
              

What, Me Worry?

/ Tracy Abell / 13 Comments

        
            

Last Friday I sent BIRD BRAIN to the four generous souls who
offered to read and critique my manuscript.
It’s much, much too soon to expect responses, but that hasn’t stopped 
my mind from turning into a writhing nest of worries and fears.

AGNES by Tony Cochran

Maybe I’ll just get it over with and go put underpants on my feet.