Got pulled for a challenge poem. Challenger had also seen Climate Control, and asked, “Can the poem be done up with relevant photos in the same single-image three-panel layout?”
So. That might become a thing. If the layout doesn’t render me insane over the next wee bit. No real price point decided, but this looks like thirteen pages + front, back, and intro.
Really wish the init for this hadn’t been extra grim, but *shrugs* I enjoy the process all the same.
Interior pages below.
Original poem, mildly different from what’s been re-built for three panel layout above. Reads:
Greenhouse Gasses
November 13, 2025
my mouth moves in wet sounds
language eclipsing epiphanies
there were life choices, yes
mistakes cliched, but still here
still here, I have been delayed
tarmac cradles two hundred departures
notification that this bird can fit
six hundred eighty-three more
my entire village is what it takes
deposited in hostile encampments
come, claim us your epiphytes
your mutual support, your gets better
selling beauty, exotic in oversight
claim parasites, sold as overnights
promised dark earths
my mouth moves in homeward bound
zip ties cutting in, bagged again
returned, no longer fit for resale
identifying marks, documents
close enough for that’s not jazz
your people say live, live, live
but my mouth no longer glistens
to your people
* * *
Yeah, gonna come back in and edit that before it hits book form in plain text, but you can at least get the idea for process.
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