One face cries nothing, Prospero,
My conscience is my own;
Pallid Sebastian does not know
The dream in which Antonio
Fights the white bull alone.
— from Antonio’s refrain in “The Sea and the Mirror,” by W. H. Auden

One face cries nothing, Prospero,
My conscience is my own;
Pallid Sebastian does not know
The dream in which Antonio
Fights the white bull alone.
— from Antonio’s refrain in “The Sea and the Mirror,” by W. H. Auden

And I think it’s really flippin’ cool.
Sigh … yes, it is indeed a Harry Potter reference. Her entire Christmas tree has a Harry Potter theme. But I am pretending it’s the classical phoenix. Or even an emblem for Phoenix, Arizona.
The girl’s got talent. Someday when I become a wealthy author, I want to hire her to decorate my house for Halloween.



Dynamite Entertainment.

If you fancy a few verses to get you through the winter’s first snow this weekend, then check out the December 2017 issue of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine. You can find my poem “Iphigenia’s Womb” there, along with some terrific poetry by a few great friends of mine — including Emily E. James’ “Psychochub” and R. J. Davey’s “An Appeal to the Craft.”
You can order a paperback copy of the magazine right from Lulu.com here, or download a free copy in PDF format right here.
Happy Holidays!
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Even though you actually can’t tell from this picture, which I now realize. Dammit.
Use your imagination.

Salem, Virginia.

DC Comics.

DC Comics.

Next up is my take on “Lavender Disaster.” But first I need get up to NoVa, steal my friend Steve’s car, and then crash it.
Steve will understand. He’s an art guy himself.







That last shot you see is of people on their way to line up in the Christmas Parade.






