If you were a kid in suburbia, then you both perpetrated and fell for The Ol’ Hose Trick at least once. It was a rite of passage.
And it taught you two timeless life lessons:
Can anyone tell me what kind of tree sheds these leaves? I might want to put them in a poem or story.
They’re strange — they’re like the tapered, skeletal frameworks of spades, and they’re as thin as tobacco leaves. They’re also falling in mid-July.
July 2016 Haiku
I’ll run mad if I
hear another word about
fucking Pokemon.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2016
How did the culture that gave us Bushido, Haiku and Ota Dokan ALSO give us Pokemon, hentai and those … indescribable game shows?
And nobody go there with the Thomas Jefferson/Donald Trump analogy, because it’s too easy.
America is going through an extremely difficult time right now. I think a lot of us need to take a breath, give one another some space, and try to relax. Why not laugh a little?
Anyway, I only learned just yesterday that Mystery Science Theater 3000 had its own Youtube channel. That’s good to know.
“Mitchell!! Pardon me!! Mitchell!!”
From The Bees Are Dead:
“The Bees Are Dead is officially open for business, and this is your official invitation to submit work for publication. Below are our submission guidelines – these will live permanently on our ‘Submissions‘ page. Please read the information below and get submitting!
The Bees Are Dead (BAD) is a new transatlantic webzine focusing on dystopian and post-apocalyptic prose, poetry, art and photography. BAD accepts submissions on an ongoing basis. We are searching for:
– Poems, with no limit on length within reason…
– Prose, preferably less than 6000 words, though longer pieces will be considered if exceptional.
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Photo credit: By yumikrum – highwire, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=48418789
This is my newest acquisition. It’s Edward Robert Hughes’ “Midsummer Eve,” and it’s a gift from my dear friend Jaine.
I’ve loved Hughes’ piece since I discovered it last year. Now it makes a nice contrast with those modern silkscreen prints created by MWC alum Steve Miller.
Photo credit: By Jon ‘ShakataGaNai’ Davis, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7573405
If you haven’t been keeping current with “The Bees Are Dead,”then stop over this weekend. It is becoming a unique and dark new corner of the online independent literature community. There is some truly outstanding poetry from several authors. ( I love John C. Zielinski’s “Soft Obsidian,” in particular.) And Amy Quinn’s “Ghent and Portland” has christened the venue with its first published photography.
http://www.thebeesaredead.com/
Photo credit: By Silvision [CC BY 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons.
I just got finished asking my friends, “Wtf is with the Pokemon crap?” They responded with an explanation about today’s indecipherable craze, but I lost interest halfway through it.
I find Pokemon so irritating that I refuse even to post an image of it in this blog post. (For a little perspective, consider that I actually have posted pictures here of Donald Trump.)
There are adults participating in this … whatever it is.
From now on, I will no longer feel guilty about enjoying comic books or zombie movies at the age of 43.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 