Rocketing through caves and over pits, Casper and Fauntleroy begin properly begin their adventure together.

They say entering a new chapter of your life can be transformative. As Ruby notes, however, that transformation can be anything but easy…or predictable!

Octave sets off with Maurice, who is still busy answering his questions. What will he learn, and what lies in store for them as they set out on the next leg of their adventure?

At long last: Casper and Fauntleroy are reunited! What lies in store for our heroes now that they are together?

Maurice has arrived to rescue Octave, but how did he get there? Octave acts as inquisitor in this installment, and Maurice’s answers range from predictable to fantastic!

This week Ruby pulls back the curtain and shows her comics making process. Long story short? It ain’t easy.

Today I begin in earnest. What does it matter that my thoughts are clouded? A light will shine through in the end.

At death’s door, Octave is visited by a familiar face. Is this the end for him, or just the beginning?

They say “no gratitude is to be expected from the wicked.” But what if it’s not wickedness that prompts a bee to sting, but just the need to spice things up?

The brotherhoods of monkdom are typically known for their spirituality and solemn minimalism. As Fauntleroy finds out while exiting the fish, however, these monks have technology on their side!

After a life of art and adventure, Octave has been marooned without food or water to die alone. Even for the optimistic auteur this is dismal. How will he cope as he faces his own mortality?

New year, new me, right? We could all use a bit of inspiration to go with major milestones in our lives. There’s no harm in being a bit opportunistic when you turn over a leaf though!

Fauntleroy’s time aboard the fish has come to an end, and he must part with Miguel. What lies in store for him as he enters the open sea once more?

I loved Kent's ability to use the poetic art form to criticize not poetry itself, but the popular trends that muddy and obscure poetry by forcing all of us to dig through the garbage to find actual substance.

“From One Hundred Poems from the Chinese” doesn’t aspire to the brevity and concision of classical Chinese poetry. They’re relatively long, jumping between themes and styles, and always very funny.

Not since Ed Dorn have we had such scathing satire on the state of the arts, and not since Alexander Pope, I don’t think, have we had someone willing to take on the establishment with such vigor — and in rhymed couplets, yet!

The ostensible cause was Kent’s Emily Post-Avant piece critiquing Amanda Gorman’s poem for the Biden inauguration, which an editor at The Typescript said was “antithetical to our values.” I’ve sometimes disagreed with Kent, both in private exchanges and on the pages of Dispatches from the Poetry Wars, but I see nothing particularly offensive about the Gorman column, with the possible exception of calling Lady Gaga a “narcissistic bitch.”

Johnson’s work is distinguishable for its international breadth and for its pugilism.

He listens to the life inside life for the life outside life.