Sunday, June 24, 2012

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.



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:

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


      Asheville, NC
- Downtown Books & News

-Meltdown Comics
-Seite Books

      Bay Area
-Rock Paper Scissors

And coming to more stores this summer!


Friday, April 20, 2012

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 


Thursday, March 1, 2012



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!


Sunday, February 26, 2012

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


The East Bay

Cross Beam                                 &                          Glass Water

Photos by Alfred Planco


Friday, February 17, 2012


Don't forget to check out my Etsy page!