“A skeleton, lying supine on a stone slab,” J. Gamelin, circa 1778

Etching.

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“GET OUT!”

I, for one, think the Vice President performed remarkably well at last night’s debate — especially right after being harassed by demons at that house in Amityville.

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“Starry Night,” Józef Chełmoński, 1888

Oil on canvas.

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(It’s a 90’s thing. You wouldn’t understand.)

Somebody tell Mike Pence that his Aeon Flux impression needs a little work.

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Symbol for “American Quarantine,” 1868

Johnson’s New Chart of National Emblems.

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“Life’s but a walking shadow … that struts and frets his hour upon the stage.”

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

— from William Shakespeare’s “Macbeth”

 

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“Macbeth and Banquo Meeting the Witches on the Heath,” Théodore Chassériau, oil on canvas, 1855

Illustration for Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Masque of the Red Death,” Harry Clarke, 1919

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“Speak, God of Visions, plead for me …”

And am I wrong to worship where
Faith cannot doubt nor Hope despair,
Since my own soul can grant my prayer?
Speak, God of Visions, plead for me
And tell why I have chosen thee!

— from Emily Bronte’s “Plead for Me”



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Photo credit: Wah1d Abbas / CC BY-SA (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)

Green Lantern goes camping.

Two last summer pics before I start getting in gear for fall.  So long, blue Virginia wildflowers.

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The Fifth Di magazine features “Industrial Revolution”

It’s a lazy poetry Saturday — I had a lot of fun attending the Peeking Cat Literary relaunch on Facebook this afternoon, and I am now enjoying my copy of The Fifth Di, Hiraeth Books’ outstanding magazine of science fiction, fantasy, and horror.

It’s truly fun stuff, and you can order your copy of the September Issue right here.  And when you’ve got a copy, please check out my poem “Industrial Revolution” on page 42.  🙂  (Thanks again to Managing Editor Tyree Campbell for accepting my work for such a first-rate indie lit mag!)

Stay safe out there, friends.

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