Haitus Is Over

I've been far too busy for one man this past while. Life, work, and the unexpected. But I'm now committed to constantly updating my blog, with new and original artwork and writing by myself.

So if you're not following yet, hop on board! I'm a good captain, I promise.


-Alfred

UPCOMING BOOK FAIR'S

Come check out my table at these upcoming fairs:

-DC Zine Fest             July 28th

-Portland, OR             August 11-12th

-NY Art Book Fair    September 27th-30th


And thanks to the fine organizers and fellow exhibitors at the Chicago Zine Fest, Brooklyn Zine Fest, and Scranton Zine Fest.





You can also find my books at the following stores:

         NYC
- Printed Matter
- Bluestockings
- Book Thug Nation
- Desert Island
- St. Mark's Books

        Chicago
-Quimby's

      Asheville, NC
- Downtown Books & News

          LA
-Meltdown Comics
-Seite Books

      Bay Area
-Rock Paper Scissors



And coming to more stores this summer!







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Poem: did you pray this morning New York?

did you pray this morning New York?

did you pray this morning

New York?

are you ready for the return of the messiah

New York?

or do you already have a million Jesuses?

bagged, booked, and beaten

too hungry and hooked

to bring peace on earth



by Alfred Planco 



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E-BOOK UP!

HEY HEY!

Have my first book e-book published on Amazon by the very kind people at Tolmitch Press, who feature the works of Heywood Gould (Fort Apache in the Bronx).

Check it out!



http://www.amazon.com/dp/B007BSDP7Y




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Poem: Our Map

Our Map

I capture your image in my head

as my train matches the speed of yours,

silver bullets shooting through the heart of our city—

like a pair of 500 ton metallic cupids

our trains dance with each other and so we dance,

and so does the image of you in my head—

damn what a beautiful image it is!

with eyes like fountains and lips so full of passion that looked like they might explode—

hair with waves that even the bravest Rockaway surfer wouldn’t dare

I dip you behind, pull you back to me, then twirl you away,

hinting as our hands depart that we’ll meet at the next station

there on the platform we collide,

not in the traditional sense of train cars colliding, crumpling metal and person,

but in the way that two trains come together and form a new subway line

with many beginnings and no end

I say “hello”

you say “hi”

I wondered if I had chosen the wrong word but maybe it’s best

there on the subway platform we decide to make new maps of New York,

charted below the incandescent bubbles of a receded wave

on the worn sand in Coney Island,

with South Brooklyn as your heart and Hunter as the head—

I secretly decide I am going to have you fall in love with me

more times than you have in your entire life,

when I said hello but I don’t plan on saying goodbye

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The East Bay

Cross Beam                                 &                          Glass Water

Photos by Alfred Planco


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CHECK IT OUT!

Don't forget to check out my Etsy page!

PickledCity.etsy.com


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