A buddy of mine, cooking in his kitchen: “You missed the fun — I just broke down a chicken.”
Me: “What did you do? Tell it a bunch of your jokes?”
A buddy of mine, cooking in his kitchen: “You missed the fun — I just broke down a chicken.”
Me: “What did you do? Tell it a bunch of your jokes?”
I was joking around on Facebook just yesterday about “The Six Million Dollar Man” (1973-1978). I would have been a baby when this originally aired, but, like a lot of Gen X’ers, I can remember it pretty well from reruns. (I am linking here to the Potentium Youtube channel.)
I still remember being a little kid and trying to make the show’s (indescribable) signature sound effect when lifting something heavy.
Oil on canvas.


Episode 14: “Zima Blue.”

Hey, gang. If you’re concerned for my sanity and want to monitor my mental health via the safety of your Internet connection, I’ve started a page here at the blog for poetry publications in 2023.
I hope that you are all having a happy Valentine’s Day!

From a particularly thoughtful Valentine who doesn’t care if I get fat(ter). She just wants me to finish my robot apocalypse novella.
Thank you again, Kind Lady. Nomnomnomnom, smlurmf.
Update: “Nomnomnomnom, smlurmf” is actually a line from my story.

From the “Holidays” color lithograph series for Duke brand cigarettes.

The Piker Press published my essay today about the passing of my friend and colleague, Dennis Williamson (known to many of his readers by his nom de plume, Dennis Villelmi). You can find it here.
I’m especially grateful to Managing Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to share this at The Piker Press. It was an especially important piece to me, and I know that Dennis would have been pleased.
