
Photo credit: By Tony Hisgett from Birmingham, UK [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Photo credit: By Tony Hisgett from Birmingham, UK [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons
This building had too much character for me not to photograph it. It is the former site of the Peacock-Salem Launderers and Cleaners on Colorado Street in Salem.
The business is not defunct — they actually just moved elsewhere in town five years ago. Prior to that, the building below was used since 1935.




Hi, guys.
I just finished reworking the website a bit — mostly trying to create at least a quasi-professional looking Purchasing page, and swapping out most of the public domain photos for my own shots. (Mine of are inferior quality, of course, but I wanted the site to feel more “mine.”)
If any of you guys feel like perusing the site, and offering constructive feedback, I would be very grateful. (Be gentle … poets are sensitive creatures, and living in Southwest Virginia has softened me up a bit — everybody is so damn polite!!)
I know most people tend to respond via Facebook, but anyone else can feel free to comment or shoot me a note here, as well.
Again, my goal here was to create something more professional, as well as easy to navigate. Does the Purchasing page feel at least somewhat professional? And I am thinking of getting rid of the Brevity is the soul of wit section entirely … I tacked it on years ago, and now it feels superfluous and childish.
Speaking of my photos … I can’t resist running the one below again. It’s trippy. I love it.






Only in the South can you find an “ice cream and soda bar” on the main strip. Some great friends of mine introduced me to “Pop’s” a couple of weeks ago. Diet be damned; I can’t wait to find an excuse to go back.




The below sign for Tae Kwon Do apparently advertises training in styles from “Traditional” through “WTF.”
I’d love to know what the “WTF” style of fighting is. I’ll bet it’s something to see.
Below the sign is Grace’s Pizzeria. (I wish I’d gotten a better picture.) The pizza there is damn good, if a little extra greasy.



You just know I had to share the first two, given my penchant for canids.
Jen also told me that “ducks make horrible models,” as she had to follow them around to sketch them. I think it would be hilarious to watch her work.
You can find her Etsy shop right here.






Salem has its own 9-11 Memorial, beside Fire Station No. 1 at the corner of Calhoun and Market Streets. (I am sorry that my photography skills here are quite poor.) What you see below are two steel beams from the 33rd to 36th Floors of the World Trade Center’s North Tower.
I’ve seen several of these memorials in New York; I was surprised to find one so far south.


Oil on canvas.

Not if you’d rather read it for free, that is.
I keep reading that it raced to the top of various bestseller lists at the end of January. (And I can’t imagine why.) That’s just great, but it’s also available to read for free at various places online.
Here’s one: Nineteen Eighty-Four.
*****
“It was always at night — the arrests invariably happened at night. The sudden jerk out of sleep, the rough hand shaking your shoulder, the lights glaring in your eyes, the ring of hard faces round the bed. In the vast majority of cases there was no trial, no report of the arrest. People simply disappeared, always during the night. Your name was removed from the registers, every record of everything you had ever done was wiped out, your one-time existence was denied and then forgotten. You were abolished, annihilated: VAPORIZED was the usual word.
“For a moment he was seized by a kind of hysteria. He began writing in a hurried untidy scrawl:
“they’ll shoot me i don’t care they’ll shoot me in the back of the neck i don’t care down with big brother they always shoot you in the back of the neck i don’t care down with big brother ——”

“Dreams,” by Langston Hughes
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Pictured below is the “2099” titled trade paperback released by French publisher Semic. These were collections of various “2099” titles first issued by Marvel — “Doom 2099” is featured here.
Semic sometimes employed interior art as covers.
