I am very happy to announce the publication of The Comics Grid’s latest special collection ‘Rapid Responses: Comics in and of the Moment’.

Para Paty, Natalia y Camilla "En hierva de primavera nos convertimos" -Aztec poem, as quoted by Alfonso Caso (1953) What is time when love and memory are eternal? Pages on the kitchen's calendar; the flickering of dates on screens. It is all about "having the courage to continue", as I remember the poet & the thinker talk about, discuss distance as bodies in spirits, over the line.

I am pleased to announce that our newest comic, ‘“Living with Covid” While Clinically Vulnerable: A Real-Life Story’ is now openly available online. This one-page comic was developed between January and March 2022 in response to the easing of mitigations around the COVID-19 pandemic. Like other recent comics I have worked on, this comic is also the result of autoethnographic, participatory narrative co-design methods.

Overlapping worlds: this is the cosmos the board is embroidered with and tells its story. All the board's a stage, the deer our little brother. In Easter, blood-red flowers grow in the desert of our penance. Starving for sky and sunshine, the poet covered himself with ashes. The Elders, wise, know the Yoemem have this power others can't explain.

There is a wind machine that keeps fire in check It works with breeze afuera el aire malo/adentro el aire bueno threaded in colour it breathes the heat and the black smell you must get on your knees (mind your fingers, cause it bleeds) do not let it catch fire you don't need them to tell you how but no, you might not know what it is search the web for definitions find leafblowers the word no longer means It works with breeze what it does, it can

Destiny is rhyme and spring nine hells three heavens our remains hard and sweet sugar. Mictlantecuhtli wore bones as their amor owlsong at night voice of cougar. Destiny is rebirth dead wood regreened nine hells three heavens the black path to Xibalbá our remains our names & thirsts.

They wear the motley coat of jesters: like fools they tell the truth. Of a feather, the birds do fight together they hold on to your finger like a terrified fiancé. El palenque in Ixmiquilpan sees them clash green and red under the belt: Men and women, make your bets, a way of life as bloodsport in a star-crossed box drawn with lime. They wear the motley coat of jesters: what luck will they reveal?

We come from the stone age: the magic happens here. It is medicine, nutrients, seed, sauce cornerstone sediment of history the centre holds heavy cold, totemic- it is everything multiple make, serve, be. Basalt broken in before it works: Texolotl and Molcaxitl need each other. We come from the stone age: this is the tool no life without its power Sooner or later you need to have one you may have forgotten it is so essential.

So many thoughts of home burst with the smell then heat sight religiously a crowd of faithful revere the old woman el comal cóncavo la vida en la calle roots not la hoguera not chimenea cooking to take away the embers with the hand of other braceros took braseros, died with them- a new land as promised legend. Arms, glowing coals abrazos and remembrance.

Sunshine this morning feels about 28 million light-years from our planet Ergo we dream of Pierre Mechain or Charles Messier. Also, William Herschel- galaxies a list of objects /that are not comets/ in the sky sombrero: swirling into what is almost certainly a massive black hole.