2001 DVD Cover for “V” (1983)

NBC.

cc&d magazine publishes “The Beach House, Early Spring”

I’m honored today to see cc&d magazine publish my poem “The Beach House, Early Spring” in its latest anthology, The Storm Inside.  The best way to read my poem (should you wish to) is to scroll down at the link below and click my name in the table of contents.  🙂

The Storm Inside

Or, if you would like to purchase a copy of the book, you can find it right here at Amazon.

Thanks once again to Editor in Chief Janet Kuypers for allowing me to see my work showcased in cc&d!



1996 photo of vintage diecast zinc toy Vauxhall Velox car

Photo credit: Auckland Museum, CC BY 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

Throwback Thursday: the trailer for “Aliens” (1986)!

I was one of the lucky (and old, I suppose) people who saw “Aliens” (1986) in the theater.  (I am linking here, by the way, to Grindhouse Movie Trailers.)

This trailer had one of the greatest taglines in history too — “Aliens: This Time, It’s War.”



Emerald City Ghosts publishes “This Windy Morning”

My ghost poem has found a new home!  The really cool people at Emerald City Ghosts published “This Windy Morning” today in their inaugural issue.  You can find it right here: 

Emerald City Ghosts – Issue 1

Emerald City Ghosts is a new publisher of spectral things that are reminiscent of the Pacific Northwest (which, incidentally, is a place I have always wanted to visit).  The Substack-based magazine’s aim is “to provide the internet with spooky, rain-drenched stories, poems, and reviews.”  I am grateful to the editors for allowing me to be a part of the launch of such a unique and engaging publication.



Cover to “MAD Magazine” #246, Jack Rickard, 1982

Warner Communications, Inc.

“The days stretched on like August afternoons …”

Source: Words of Women on Facebook

 

“I met a kitten with whom I was smitten.”

I met a kitten
with whom I was smitten.
I laid frosted wheat
in front of her feet.
It was all that I had!
(My diet is sad.)
But she ran away
this sorrowful day.



Alright, look — I know that dry cereal is an idiotic treat with which to befriend a cat.  But off-brand Frosted Shredded Mini-Wheat really was all I was carrying, besides a couple of Kit-Kat bars.  (I am a poet, not a nutritionist, and I’d only needed those two things when I was out.)

I’ve never been 100 percent clear about whether it was a myth or not that chocolate was dangerous to animals (brand name notwithstanding).  So of course I kept the candy in the bag.



“Paris Place de l’Etoile, Avenue Wagram,” Gustave Loiseau, circa 1930

Oil on canvas.

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