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There are actually not that many. Asking the questions another might ask in wishing to know about a topic lead you through your own. Who? What? When? Where? Why? Answer these questions and the story is complete. Some may have more importance. You might choose to make one of the questions far more important thanContinue reading “Asking the right questions: Controlling the writing”

Yes I do, it’s true. When you weren’t looking it grew. Dear stranger, I give this freely. No labors need be done. Or is it you doubt me? You’re no fun. This love is real, And I wish you could feel A sense of safety From these words. Someone does love you. There’s nothing youContinue reading “I love you”

I feel this often. I say it a lot, But not always. I do feel it in thought. I hate myself for it. This pain, it lives in my heart.

I love so much. I carry it with me always. I try to keep my speech full of it. I bring it to any person I greet, and I hope to leave with a little more than I started. I see it everywhere, every making, leaving, and marking. I can see it bright in theContinue reading “I love”

I hate so much. My face shows it but my words seldom hold it. Sometimes it consumes me, though I am not beholden to it. I can act against it, though this may bring pain. I never come to a person with it, and I try to leave the same. I sometimes want it, forContinue reading “I hate”

Honestly being freelance is all I have been since I moved from the US. Being freelance simply means I have to go out and find a place where I can be useful. Scouring job boards, making friends, and recommendations were how I lived. A wise friend of mine once said it’s not what you knowContinue reading “Freelance and Friends”

This is one of the parts of my work I am afraid I cannot show too much. While I was involved I was not the creator and as such I cannot in good conscience show what I have done. I will, however, do my best to describe all I have done. Some names that areContinue reading “Work for Businesses”

This was a comic that I began in the second year of university and I would sketch on for the next two years. I had less time for things I wanted and other things seemed more important, I was lazy, nah not now, or maybe later were the feelings I had over the course ofContinue reading “The Second Comic and Me”

This comic represents nothing more than time I had free and freedom in that time. It is not a statement of anything nor does it represent me in my entirety. It is simply an expression of self in a format and is a window into part of who I was then and now. Even ifContinue reading “The First Comic and Me”

I ply my trade which is the rhyme. I speak and ramble all the time. I’m always in my head. I look forward to being dead. I smile all the while. https://ethangjohnson.com/2020/08/14/i-hate/ I hate https://ethangjohnson.com/2020/08/14/i-love/ I love