Author’s Note
This piece exists because my brain occasionally grabs a pun by the throat and refuses to let go.
It started with a single phrase:
“Wanda the Cosmo.”
The moment I realized it sounded like wander the cosmos, the entire poem became inevitable.
From there, it turned into a collision of things that shaped me growing up: cartoons, superheroes, imagination, ridiculous wordplay, and the habit of taking a joke far beyond the point where a reasonable person would stop.
The references are intentional, but they aren’t really the point.
What interests me is the thread connecting all of them.
Timmy Turner. Doug Funnie. Quailman.
They’re ordinary people living inside worlds that are a little bigger, stranger, and more magical than everyday life.
And in some ways, that’s what writing has always felt like to me.
A blank page is ordinary until imagination gets involved.
Then suddenly you’re wandering the cosmos. Building constellations out of language. Turning metaphors into transportation.
The speaker in this poem never actually becomes a superhero.
Nothing supernatural happens.
No powers. No cosmic upgrades. No secret destiny.
Instead, the final line reveals the joke that was hiding in plain sight the entire time:
“It’s just me but super.”
Because that’s what creativity often feels like.
Not becoming someone else.
Not transforming into a different person.
Just becoming a more exaggerated version of yourself for a little while.
A little louder.
A little stranger.
A little more willing to follow an absurd idea all the way to the stars.
And honestly?
That’s where some of my favorite poems come from.
— Rowan Evans
It’s Just Me but Super
Poetry by Rowan Evans
They say I’m fairly odd—
call me Timmy Turner.
Watch me Wanda the Cosmo,
a trip across the stars—
Get it…
Wanda the Cosmo?
I am saying, watch me
wander the cosmos—
it’s a trip across the stars.
Every stanza a constellation
shaped in star dust,
inked in the space between.
And when I come back,
re-entry will have me feeling Funnie—
I’ll write about it like
“Hey, journal, it’s me, Doug.”
I cannot fail, man—
like my alter ego is Quailman.
It’s just me but super.
Journey into the Hexverse…
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