You know what obstructs any meaningful commentary on social issues that I see in the news?
Having the damned “P” key stuck on my keyboard.
I’ve told you guys before how it changes “hope” to “hoe.”
Tonight we discovered that it converts the “gay pride” to “gay ride.”
My intended meaning is altered entirely, in other words.
Somebody tell me how to fix my keyboard — lease.
DC Comics.
Image Comics.
I have to say I think it’s weird
there’s salt and pepper in my beard.
And so today I’d like to scold
my melanin for getting old.
Lithograph.
I am honored today to share some wonderful news — my colleagues over at The Bees Are Dead have graciously nominated a short story of mine for the Sundress Publications 2018 Best of the Net Anthology.
The title of the story is “At the End of the World, My Daughter Wept Metal,” and it was published last August over at the B.A.D. website. (You can find it right here.) It is an apocalyptic sci-fi horror tale in which nanotechnology is used for an astonishing medical breakthrough — but then goes horribly, catastrophically wrong.
I would like to thank B.A.D. Editors Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron and Dennis Villelmi for the nomination and their invaluable support for my work. I am truly grateful.
Dark Horse Comics.
Happy Birthday, Jaine!!!
This cake misspells your name.
The Brits include an “i,”
although I know not why.
I miss you very much —
your charm and fun and such …
Have fun across the sea
With your boys and with Denis!!
Lithograph.
I happened across another of Jenny S.’ poetry readings that I especially enjoyed — this time it was her interpretation of Rob Plath’s superb poem, “a thousand cab rides away.” It is a sad piece, with an absolutely perfect closing line, and Jenny reads it beautifully.
If you enjoy the poem as much as I do, then you should also check out the Jenny S. Poetry Readings Youtube channel.
