I was lucky enough to reconnect today with Mike Hensdill, a colleague of mine from my newspaper days at the Culpeper Star-Exponent in Virginia.
Aside from being funny as hell to work with, Mike is a fantastic photographer with a great eye.
Check out his work here:
It’s National Poetry Month, and I insist on observing it, even if my Philistine friends ignore me.
This is probably the earliest exposure to verse that I can remember — my parents played Irish ballads on 8-Track tapes when we had company over when I was a tot. It is “Irish Soldier Boy,” performed by Paddy Reilly.
Yes … 8-Track tapes. I WAS A TOT.
Anyway, I grew up hearing these when I was very little. I believe the one that I remember best was “Wild Rover,” but I also remember this one after my mother remembered the title for me.
https://mail.google.com/mail/#inbox/1453dea36c62ea1b?projector=1
WHY THE HELL CAN’T YOU BE.
Because my eyes went right to that totally sweet-ass classic antique Underwood typewriter before they noticed the woman’s legs.
Sad, really.
Dear Lord, read the one for “The Great Gatsby!!!”
http://www.buzzfeed.com/chrisritter16/11-beloved-books-with-shockingly-bad-reviews
Passing this along again today to a few colleagues; Dagda Publishing is seeking reviewers.
http://dagdapublishing.com/2013/08/17/are-you-a-reviewer-wed-like-to-get-in-contact-with-you/
To mark National Poetry Month, I’m sharing my favorite places to find new poetry from up and coming writers. All three of these communities are great places to meet readers, writers, colleagues and friends:
Dagda Publishing
Dead Snakes
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/
Dead Beats Literary Blog
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
— from T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land”
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 