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The Fifth Di magazine features “Industrial Revolution”

It’s a lazy poetry Saturday — I had a lot of fun attending the Peeking Cat Literary relaunch on Facebook this afternoon, and I am now enjoying my copy of The Fifth Di, Hiraeth Books’ outstanding magazine of science fiction, fantasy, and horror.

It’s truly fun stuff, and you can order your copy of the September Issue right here.  And when you’ve got a copy, please check out my poem “Industrial Revolution” on page 42.  🙂  (Thanks again to Managing Editor Tyree Campbell for accepting my work for such a first-rate indie lit mag!)

Stay safe out there, friends.

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“Crucifixion,” Cornelis Massijs, early 16th Century

Oil on panel.

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“In seasons of pestilence …”

“In seasons of pestilence, some of us will have a secret attraction to the disease–a terrible passing inclination to die of it.”

— from Charles Dickens’ “A Tale of Two Cities”

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“La Solitude du Christ,” Alphonse Osbert, 1897

“The Solitude of Christ.”  Oil on panel.

I wish I’d known about this painting when I’d first run “prayer upon an empty hilltop” on this blog.  It would have been perfect.

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The President of the United States is in quarantine.

At this point, the Republicans might as well replace their elephant emblem with a plague rat.

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“Incendie du Château d’Argenteuil,” Petrus van Schendel, 1897

“Fire at the Château d’Argenteuil.”

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Spillwords Press features “A Churchgoer Passes My Yard on Sunday Morning”

I’m honored today to see another poem of mine featured by Spillwords Press.  The title of the piece is “A Churchgoer Passes My Yard on Sunday Morning,” and you can find it right here.

Spillwords Press is “home for all that live and breathe words, spilled or inspired, through literature of every genre, from writers and poets of every walk of life.”  Thanks once again to Editor Dagmara K.  for allowing me to share my voice via this outstanding online literary magazine.




“Der Kuss der Sphinx,” Franz von Stuck, 1896

“The Kiss of the Sphinx.” Oil on canvas.

This is historic (in a terrible way.)

By now you have probably heard Donald Trump’s open refusal to commit to a peaceful transfer of power should the vote not favor him in November.  (And his statement arrives at the same time as that frightening Atlantic article about how he could bypass the election results altogether.)

I swear that I cannot believe the things that I am hearing. No matter whether there is any substance or viability or real commitment behind Trump’s stance, this is … historic (in a terrible way.)

Yes, a lot of us (including me) saw it coming a million miles away. But it doesn’t diminish the gravity of it.

Before 2016, who would’ve thought we would see any American president — left or right — act like this?

Attacking a free press and attacking free elections are not “American” impulses. There will always be some small part of me that will experience cognitive dissonance when I see Trump supporters carrying an American flag.

They are not patriots, they’re authoritarians — because they are not supporters of our country, they’re devotees of a man.



 

“Covered Wagon Train Crossing Hopi Country, Monument Valley,” Fernand Harvey Lungren, early 1900s

Gouache on paper.