By: Zack Smith

“My power can do anything… except find me a friend!”

By: Robert Wringham

A dense mosaic of relentless knockabout nonsense.

By: Zack Smith

“Now I wash dead bodies!”

By: Zack Smith

“It’s raining tiny dead monsters!”

By: Zack Smith

“Take that, you ostrich skeleton!”

By: Gordon Dahlquist

Kelly lays out a crackling music-hall sensibility of routines.

By: Zack Smith

“You forget why they call me SHOE!”

By: Zack Smith

DO NOT PANIC

By: Zack Smith

“I take what books I want.”

By: Zack Smith

“Why did you grow that beard?”

By: Gary Panter

Colorful and lame and insane, it was the weirdest of Ahern’s creations.

By: Zack Smith

… and men find themselves soaring through the air like birds…”

By: Zack Smith

…DEFENESTRATION!

By: Sara Ryan

Voluminous fur coats, white sneakers, anagrams, verse, heavily hatched backgrounds…

By: Mimi Lipson

All the possibilities of reading existed in the expressive range of her mouth.