illustrations by rhoda penmarq
 An ash-grey morning, I stare at the sky; Will this be the day that the missiles fall?  There’s nothing to be done, except to pray Upon our knees, and ask the good Lord why  He cannot spare some of us, if not all, If we promise to worship Him each day  And every night for the rest of our Portion of what He should grant us of life,  If only a year, or a month, or just A week, or a day, or even an hour,  No matter how fraught with fear and with strife, Before we are blown into cosmic dust.  An ash-grey evening, I stare at the sky; Will this be the night that you and I die?  |
5 comments:
Once again, Rhoda, your illustrations so admirably reflect the spirit of Schnabel...
Awesome! I loved the ships. Who is Schnabel? (I should look it up, i am lazy)
I always feel like I'm playing the ultimate lost game from the Apple II when I read(?) these illustrations. They just pull me in forever. I particularly like the 'fancy car' that turns up in some of the stories. Classic unit, that.
OK, I wasn't so lazy, I looked up Arnold Scnabel. Neat.
But...(re: Arnie)...what will you do if he becomes real? What if he...becomes you?
Arnold's a national treasure and rhoda's right next to him.
(My mother talks about this crisis: The report came from her car radio whereupon she sped to Saks Fifth Avenue and maxxed out the credit cards, since it was quite likely the the bills would never come.)
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