“Everything’s gonna be alright.” Christopher Dombres, 2017

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By Christopher DOMBRES [CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)%5D, from Wikimedia Commons

Publication notice: Poetrypoeticspleasure Ezine features “The Writer”

I am honored to share here tonight that a poem of mine was published by Poetrypoeticspleasure Ezine in India.  The poem selected was “The Writer,”  and it is featured in the October 2018 Issue, which was released today.  You can find it here at this link.

Poetrypoeticspleasure Ezine publishes English-language poetry from throughout the world, and features a variety of voices and perspectives.  I am grateful to Editor Rajnish Mishra for allowing mine to be included.

“The Writer” was first featured in 2013 by Dagda Publishing in the United Kingdom, and was included that same year in its print anthology, “Threads.”

I hope you all are enjoying the start of a terrific weekend!

 

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“Sir,” Ante Wessels, 2017

“In the autumn of 2016, I read that at places around the North Pole the temperature was 20 degrees Celsius (36 F) higher than in other years. With such a rise in temperature we can expect the pole to melt rapidly. In a dark fantasy, I saw the end of humanity, not in a distant future, but during my lifetime. Fear overwhelmed me. The anxiety attack lasted about 10 days. The experience was intense, as if I had felt all the fear people feel over climate change. First painting in the series “tempest.”  50 x 50 cm, oil on linen.” — A. Wessels

 

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By Ante wessels [CC BY-SA 4.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)%5D, from Wikimedia Commons

Throwback Thursday: “Tourist Trap” (1979)

This movie scared the PANTS off me when I was a little kid.  It was released to theaters in 1979; I would have seen it a few years later when it played on broadcast television.

It made such a terrifying impression on me that I’m a little surprised I never developed even the mildest phobic response to mannequins.  (I’ve met other adults for whom they are just too creepy.)  They don’t bother me in the slightest.  I feel the same way about clowns.

 

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“hens staring upward” to appear in Down in the Dirt magazine

I received some terrific news a little while ago — Down in the Dirt magazine has selected my poem, “hens staring upward,” for publication in its March/April 2019 issue.  The issue will be released on April 1, and will be available both in print and online.  (The poem should also appear online this weekend at the Scars Publications website — I’ll post a link when it becomes available.)

Down in the Dirt is a diverse and wonderful literary magazine, and I am grateful to Editor Janet Kuypers for allowing my work to be featured alongside its many talented contributors.

“hens staring upward” was previously published by Dead Snakes and by Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine.

I hope you all are looking forward to a great weekend!

 

 

 

Illustration of Canto XIX of Dante Alighieri’s “Inferno,” Gustave Dore, 1857

Engraving.

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That awesome moment you make an eggsceptional movie reference.

My friend made eggs this morning that look like the martian from 1953’s “War of the Worlds.”

CHANGE MY MIND.

 

Cover to “Halloween II” #1, Jerry Beck, 2000

Chaos Comics.

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“Don’t impede the centipede.”

Don’t impede the centipede;
He’s in a rush (so hence his speed).
His hundred legs move him to feed
Upon a morsel in the weeds.

(c) 2018 Eric Robert Nolan

Hey … you guys think you are creeped out?  At first I thought it was a caterpillar, and I almost scooped it up.  If that isn’t a recommendation for needing new glasses, I don’t know what is.

[Update: I have been reliably informed that this is not a centipede, but a millipede.  They’re herbivorous and quite harmless, while it’s those squiggly little red centipedes that do bite.  These are the things you learn when your high school friends go on to become science teachers.]

 

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