A friend of mine made this goddam amazing Halloween lamp both to celebrate the holiday and for “deterring uptight guests.”
This is the very same wacky craftsperson who made those awesome decorations for me a couple of years ago. Talented lady, no?
October 1918 advertisement for “Pluto Water” laxative, with text at the bottom recommending it as a preventative for Spanish Influenza.
Just gonna strap it to my head and go as the Vice President of the United States.
Great news! Peeking Cat Literary will publish a new poem of mine, both online on January 23 and in its next annual anthology in October 2021. The title of the poem is “The Rough, Violet Stone.”
Peeking Cat Literary is the new incarnation of the former Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine, which recently returned after a one-year hiatus with some ambitious new directions. You can find all the details about the magazine’s new era by viewing its October 3 Facebook live event right here.
Thanks once again to Editor Sam Rose for allowing me to share my voice all over the world via this first-rate literary venue! I will be honored to see my poem both in the online magazine and in the print anthology.
Etching.
I, for one, think the Vice President performed remarkably well at last night’s debate — especially right after being harassed by demons at that house in Amityville.
Oil on canvas.
Somebody tell Mike Pence that his Aeon Flux impression needs a little work.
Johnson’s New Chart of National Emblems.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
— from William Shakespeare’s “Macbeth”
“Macbeth and Banquo Meeting the Witches on the Heath,” Théodore Chassériau, oil on canvas, 1855
