If you’re feeling so inclined, then please remember you can conveniently find my own mad scribblings over at my Purchasing page.

If you’re feeling so inclined, then please remember you can conveniently find my own mad scribblings over at my Purchasing page.

The cover illustrates “The Crystal Egg,” by H. G. Wells.

A sublimely talented ladyfriend of mine made these Christmas ornaments, and I think they’re wicked cool. She told me that they’re “Cornish pixies,” and that they’re Harry Potter characters.
The last photo depicts dragon-egg ornaments. Those might be a reference to Harry Potter too, but I stopped her before she could tell me … I’m much, much happier thinking they’re from Game of Thrones. (Seriously, look at the red one!)





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.

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.
This artwork was completed for the cover of the December 2nd, 1922 issue of “The Saturday Evening Post”.

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.






Date unknown. There are actually two similar paintings by Abram Arkhipov (1862-1930) that share this title.

Your second pun of the day. Even if only GoT fans will get it.

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.”
