That awkward moment when looking like James Woods makes you the hit of the neighborhood and people want to take their picture with you.
I hope at least I don’t look the same age.
Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine to publish “Iphigenia’s Womb”
I received some nice news this morning — Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine will publish my my poem “Iphigenia’s Womb” in its upcoming December 2017 issue. This poem appeared previously appeared in 2014 in Dead Snakes and 2015 in Aphelion.
As always, I am grateful to Editor Samantha Rose for allowing me to share my work with the readers of Peeking Cat.
“Santa With Elves,” Norman Rockwell, 1922
This artwork was completed for the cover of the December 2nd, 1922 issue of “The Saturday Evening Post”.
I’m learning how to doctor photos. Nothing can possibly go wrong.
So I learned how to use simple photo filters. I needed to make a few photos back and white last week in response the that seven-day challenge that went viral on Facebook. The results below are mostly modest, but I think those last two shots are not altogether bad.
The first photo, of course, is Grendel Pumpkin. (“With Orion’s Sword the Pumpkin arose …) Grendel Pumpkin is still going strong. It’s December 2nd, and there isn’t even a hint of rot. And it’s indoors.
That’s the power of Grendel, I guess.
“Washer Women,” Abram Arkhipov
Date unknown. There are actually two similar paintings by Abram Arkhipov (1862-1930) that share this title.
The first rule of Wight Club is that you don’t talk about Wight Club.
Your second pun of the day. Even if only GoT fans will get it.
I got my mind on my Monet and my Monet on my mind.
I abhor the work of Claude Monet. I do. The fact that his paintings monopolized the covers of art textbooks is probably why I never took an art class in college. (Mary Washington actually had a pretty popular art history course; my friends exhorted me to take it, but I never followed their advice.)
I don’t even much like the piece you see below. I’m running this blog post simply because I’m proud of the pun in its headline. Again — you people really should be paying me for these jokes.
Anyway, the title of Monet’s 1881 painting below is “Ship Aground.”
Throwback Thursday: “Streethawk” (1985)
“The man. The machine. STREETHAWK.”
I mentioned “Streethawk” (1985) a couple of weeks ago during that discussion of that 80’s fad where futuristic vehicles were the stars of TV shows. This ran for a single season and depicted the adventures of a police officer riding “an all-terrain attack motorcycle designed to fight urban crime.”
This was the very height of 1980’s cheese — or the very nadir, depending on how you look at it. (I was a pretty impressionable kid, though, and I loved “Streethawk.”) And star Rex Smith was not an ugly man, but always seemed to have dopey expression permanently plastered to his face.
Wasn’t there sort of special signature move that Smith’s character had, where he popped a wheelie and actually spun the bike like a dradle at the same time? So that the bullets or whatever it was firing would fly in every direction? (Because cops typically require indiscriminate suppressing fire in every direction in order to “fight urban crime.”) I could almost swear that was a recurring action sequence on this show.
“Reverse Route,” Abram Arkhipov, 1896
“Darkening Autumn Walkway Haiku,” by Eric Robert Nolan
A coldly burning,
darkening autumn walkway
dims a hidden door.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 