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Chad Helder's Comic Books

ebooks at wowio.com:

Print Comics at TFAW:


Bartholomew Of The Scissors #2

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Vincent Price Presents #2

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Bartholomew Of The Scissors #3 (of 4)

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Vincent Price Presents #3

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Vincent Price Presents #1 (Cover B)

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Bartholomew Of The Scissors #4 (of 4)

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Vincent Price Presents #4

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Sample Poem: 

The Day We Met

We both escaped the body bag on the day we met
when we giggled about fractured orbital sockets
after the Great Ferris Wheel Disaster.
You kissed away my minor head injury,
and when I gave you my phone number
on a strip of gauze,
a wisp of cotton candy still clung to your hair.

After the day we met,
I found the courage
to put down the suffering dog of my childhood
and no longer heard the mournful cries of hip dysplasia
and lost walks in the park.
The generations of rodents beneath the floorboards
at last shared the dosages of cyanide
I left for them every Sunday beneath the sink.
The evil spirit that haunted the bedroom,
after years of coaxing,
politely asked for directions out the window.
I cut down all my nooses tied to rafters in the garage,
motivated the agoraphobic bee hive
to scour the back yard for eager stamens,
and discovered all the eyes of my paranoia
to be finally fixed and dilated.

Your light reaches into the skull I wear;
your smile killed all my warts.
I would gladly swing the ax for you,
brave dismemberment on the assembly line
for you.
From this day, I pledge
to share all your carcinogens forever.