Writing poetry had simply not occurred to Hades until he found out a crazy person was doing it.
It snowed this weekend, imaginary readers! A spring snow, after a very mild winter. It made me remember that one day I’d thrown together a draft for a poem written by Hades about spring, and the prospect of being alone for six months. Turns out all I needed to add to make that a comic was Charon.
Charon: comedy gold.
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