Category Archives: Uncategorized

Peeking Cat Literary will publish a new poem of mine

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.



“A skeleton, lying supine on a stone slab,” J. Gamelin, circa 1778

Etching.

Awaiting_description_Wellcome_V0008802

“GET OUT!”

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.

flie

“Starry Night,” Józef Chełmoński, 1888

Oil on canvas.

Józef_Chełmoński_-_Noc_gwiaździsta

(It’s a 90’s thing. You wouldn’t understand.)

Somebody tell Mike Pence that his Aeon Flux impression needs a little work.

121126709_3686682401351594_4124773940032076981_n

Symbol for “American Quarantine,” 1868

Johnson’s New Chart of National Emblems.

234349893

“Life’s but a walking shadow … that struts and frets his hour upon the stage.”

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”

 

MacbethAndBanquo-Witches

“Macbeth and Banquo Meeting the Witches on the Heath,” Théodore Chassériau, oil on canvas, 1855

Illustration for Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Masque of the Red Death,” Harry Clarke, 1919

Masqueofthereddeath-Clarke

“Speak, God of Visions, plead for me …”

And am I wrong to worship where
Faith cannot doubt nor Hope despair,
Since my own soul can grant my prayer?
Speak, God of Visions, plead for me
And tell why I have chosen thee!

— from Emily Bronte’s “Plead for Me”



Sun_shining_in_murree

Photo credit: Wah1d Abbas / CC BY-SA (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)

Green Lantern goes camping.

Two last summer pics before I start getting in gear for fall.  So long, blue Virginia wildflowers.

20200812_093853

20200811_004845