I have to say I think it’s weird
there’s salt and pepper in my beard.
And so today I’d like to scold
my melanin for getting old.

I have to say I think it’s weird
there’s salt and pepper in my beard.
And so today I’d like to scold
my melanin for getting old.

Lithograph.

I am honored today to share some wonderful news — my colleagues over at The Bees Are Dead have graciously nominated a short story of mine for the Sundress Publications 2018 Best of the Net Anthology.
The title of the story is “At the End of the World, My Daughter Wept Metal,” and it was published last August over at the B.A.D. website. (You can find it right here.) It is an apocalyptic sci-fi horror tale in which nanotechnology is used for an astonishing medical breakthrough — but then goes horribly, catastrophically wrong.
I would like to thank B.A.D. Editors Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron and Dennis Villelmi for the nomination and their invaluable support for my work. I am truly grateful.
Dark Horse Comics.

Happy Birthday, Jaine!!!
This cake misspells your name.
The Brits include an “i,”
although I know not why.
I miss you very much —
your charm and fun and such …
Have fun across the sea
With your boys and with Denis!!

Lithograph.

I happened across another of Jenny S.’ poetry readings that I especially enjoyed — this time it was her interpretation of Rob Plath’s superb poem, “a thousand cab rides away.” It is a sad piece, with an absolutely perfect closing line, and Jenny reads it beautifully.
If you enjoy the poem as much as I do, then you should also check out the Jenny S. Poetry Readings Youtube channel.

Today’s agenda:
1) Give you up, let you down, run around and desert you.
2) Make you cry, say goodbye, tell a lie and hurt you.
C’mon … you know that I’m KIDDING.
I’m NEVER gonna do those things!!
Marvel Comics.
