Spillwords Press today published my poem “Accident Allison” — about a certain accident-prone lady who means the world to me.
And their artist’s rendering captures her perfectly!
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Illustration by Franklin Booth for Bliss Carman’s “Echoes from Vagabondia,” 1912
“She rose and wandered—-kissed her strange children—Crept to the door and fled—-Back to the forest.”
Critterwatch 2026.
For those of you playing along at home, I also saw a catbird on Sunday.
Next spring, we should all start out with a bingo card or something.
“Landscape with the Ruins of the Castle of Egmond,” Jacob van Ruisdael, circa 1655
Oil on canvas.
Cover to Robert A. Heinlein’s “Stranger In a Strange Land,” art by James Warhola, 1987
Ace. The original painting, which is quite beautiful, can be found here.
Warhola is the nephew of Andy Warhol.
You heard it here first.
The woman I love is a bewitching poet. Mark my words — someday, when she no longer hides her light under a bushel, countless people will find themselves captivated by her talents.
She so naturally places her fingertips upon metaphors and similes that they seem like reflexive second languages to her. They punctuate her speech and writing effortlessly — and lyrically. If ever there were someone who was meant to be a poet, it’s her.
Sinclair sign in Winchester, Arkansas, photo by Infrogmation, 1989
Photo credit: Infrogmation, CC BY 2.5 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.5>, via Wikimedia Commons
“Something good will come out of all things yet …”
Cactuses suck.
They’re the hornets of the plant kingdom, people.
Zero Stars.
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