From My Childhood & Me, Thank You Darwyn Cooke

New Frontier This is not a review of DC: The New Frontier, not really; it’s a Thank You letter to Darwyn Cooke. Since I want to expand on this and say just how much Cooke’s New Frontier has meant to me, itself a perfect love letter to the medium of comics, I need to go back to the beginning.

When I was growing up my mother kept an evolving journal about my school days, updating it every year with highlights or accomplishments from each new grade. Stuff like “Started Playing Hockey” in Kindergarten, or “Went on First Skiing Trip” in Grade 6 would pop up alongside more menial notes like my new height or weight. When I

Spoiler alert! Batman needs a chiropractor.

Spoiler alert! Batman needs a chiropractor.

was in Grade 1, aged six, one of the new entries read: “Started Collecting Marvel Comics”. My heroes were Peter Parker, the Amazing Spider-Man and Charles Xavier’s Uncanny X-Men.

(For the purposes of this story, it’s important to note that I never “got into” the DC comic Universe, entirely. My older brother started following Batman during the very famous “Knightfall” arc and, by proxy, I too fell in love with the Dark Knight. But sadly, that’s where my knowledge of DC began and ended.)

As I grew older, the hobby of collecting comics went on hiatus and those heroes waned in place of things like parties and girls and Bob Dylan and the Ramones. But it was a period of my life, like many childhood memories, that sticks with me like an ember that just won’t ever go out. Nostalgia is a funny thing, like that. It can make you very euphoric and melancholic all at once—pining for youthful innocence often involves a teary smile. Eventually that ember erupted into a blaze once again during my second year of University and I got back into “Collecting Marvel Comics”. I also branched out and picked up more “intellectual” comics like Sandman, Fables, Watchmen and DMZ. While these titles brought me to new horizons, it was having my beloved Spider-Man and X-Men back in my hands that really, truly made me feel like a kid again.  But I realized I had missed a lot. I had considered striking up a full relationship with the DC Universe, but there was so much Marvel I had to relearn! Anyone who knows the world of comics knows that even taking one year off means you can fall very far behind in the canon of characters. I became a True Believer once more and like a sponge I dove in and got back my encyclopedic knowledge of the Marvel comic universe. All was well again. Except I didn’t know what I was missing until now.

If you’ve made it through that long-winded intro, let me get on track. A short while ago, as the comic community still reeled from the recent loss of noted legend and visionary Canadian cartoonist Darwyn Cooke, I did what I’m sure manyBatman-Superman did (with a sharp pang of guilt, I must admit) and bought my first Darwyn Cooke work. I knew Cooke’s artwork from being a comic fan and mildly involved in the community and it was as gorgeous as it was playful and classic. I knew that to get into his stuff I would have to “cross the floor” so to speak and delve into the somewhat unknown DC universe. Aside from the caped crusader, I just didn’t know much about DC as a whole–but Cooke’s DC: The New Frontier is considered a verifiable classic by all accounts, so I figured it was a good place to start with his work. It didn’t just end up being a good place, but the best place.

20160812_175510DC: The New Frontier is more than just a love letter to comics—it’s a study of ideals: courage, determination, persistence in the face of overwhelming adversity…in essence, everything cliché about the Golden Age of Superheroes. But Cooke’s clichés are malleable. He takes these archetypal paragons of virtue and doesn’t pander to what we know about them, that they’re lawful and virtuous, instead he dissects them and shows us that they have conflicts within themselves much larger than the monsters they face. How does a superhero deal with a fellow crime fighter who himself breaks the law to stop crime? Or what is their reaction to violent justice in retaliation to brutal injustice? How one goes about saving the world is never cut and dry. In New Frontier there is constant conflict, both physical and emotional, but it’s not overtly political or politicized—it’s just human. A shape-shifting alien from Mars struggling to understand Earth, an Amazonian goddess struggling to find a country or a Superman struggling to justify what he and his peers do—it’s all just human. This is the shining thread that flows throughout the entirety of New Frontier.

American television–an apt tutor of US culture for the martian J’onn J’onzz?

Like I said before, I didn’t know much about the DC Universe. I didn’t have the knowledge of these characters, built up from childhood, to have that familial connection with this story as I read it. But it didn’t matter. Darwyn Cooke’s love brimmed over from every page and infected me like manufactured nostalgia. These characters, familiar DC strangers, became my characters. Their conflicts became my burdens. Their successes became my joys. In short, I felt like that six year old kid again, reveling in a world so new and fragile and full of hope. Yes their world had problems that needed more work, but it was refreshing to see that in a world of superpowers, it’s the human element that often does the best job of fixing things.

20160812_175723And though it’s too late for him to know how I feel, I want to say Thank You to Darwyn Cooke. For making me feel that youthful, nostalgic joy of storytelling heroism, as if I had cracked a comic book for the very first time.


What Horatio Saw

Happy World Poetry Day 2016!

I decided to write a poem in homage to the bard himself.

What Horatio Saw

I hear it crawling in the distance–
fog so dense, my throat gets wet.
I join my friends upon the battlement
to see the unseen they’ve twice met.

They beseech me, Bernardo and Marcellus,
to join them in these dark minutes,
to accept waking beliefs they’ve stretched–
pushing their reason to its limits.

It was just a cloud mixed with a shadow,
surely, could not have been more than that– Continue reading

Guns, Grit & A Guffawing Good Time: A Review of The Sisters Brothers


There are rare literary lottery moments when there comes a book so captivating, so entertaining, so utterly can’t-put-done worthy that I not only want to shout about it from the rooftops, but feel compelled to. Even before I finished trekking my eyes from cover to cover, delighted by following the adventures and misadventures of Eli and Charlie, I thought:  “It is now my sworn duty to tell others about this fantastic piece of literature.” The Sisters Brothers by Patrick deWitt is that book. Continue reading

The Ship Sonnet

Total is National Poetry Day. I felt compelled to avoid free verse and try to polish this one up a bit more. So of course I wrote a Shakespearean sonnet for my fiance.

“The Ship Sonnet”

Listen, hear the joy of my loving mind;
Wherein dusty thoughts are swept out the ears
And true, red hearts beat together and bind
Like a stable ship to sail through life’s years.
Billowed sails are crafted from memories
And gusts, strong and tempted by one deep gaze, Continue reading

Future Now

Just because it’s sometimes used incorrectly, doesn’t mean its advancement is a bad thing. A terza rima poem defending technology.
“Future Now”
In the future we’ll all be connected
And our days and our nights will wash over
Like lights that somehow feel disconnected;
Then every intellectual rover
Will be forced to find a den without plugs–
Searching concrete for a four-leaf clover.
Momentous advancement will feel like slugs

Continue reading

The Last Tale Torn, Grandfathered In

People often hinge their writing duties on waiting for inspiration to click. I know I do. Really, it’s just another form of procrastination. Sometimes (most times) inspiration doesn’t hit until you have the first word down, that’s the real hurdle.

While it’s actually the second word in this poem, the first word that came to my mind was “crimson”. Weather, war, romance, regret — funny how they can all be connected so easily to that word.

Also, my fantasy mind got the better of me and I wrote “gnoll” instead of knoll. A shaved gnoll isn’t a bad image, though.


Bullets and a Rose

Bullets and a Rose

What crimson clouds careen across the shorned [knoll]
and spill their shades to transform the hue–
What dastardly mind could look on such a sight
and not see at least a foreign shape or two. Continue reading

There Will Be Magic Once More In England

The poem-a-day challenge for 2015 continues. This latest was inspired by Susanna Clarke’s brilliant novel (and recent BBC TV series adaptation) Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell.

Doodle for maximum effect.

Doodle for maximum effect.

“There Will Be Magic Once More In England”

Feathers of the blackest black,
like ink, like soot, like dark.
With a shadowed remark
the bird says the King is back.

The portents have aligned here-
English magic returned-
bringing out the learned
who know not of what draws near.

Meanwhile waits Mr. Norrell
for his apprentice Strange.
No magic here can change
the master and the quarrel.

-B.W. Gladney