I’m getting Down in the Dirt again.

I got some great news tonight — I’ll get to see my poetry featured in Scars Publications’ Down in the Dirt magazine for a third time.  My poem “The Writer” will appear in the May 2020 issue.

The poem will also appear this week at the Scars website.  (The publisher produces both Down in the Dirt and cc&d magazines.)  Finally, “The Writer” might also be featured in future Down in the Dirt collections; the magazine regularly reprints selected poems in anthology format.  (I was lucky enough last March to see my poem “hens staring upward” reprinted in The Flickering Light anthology following its initial publication.)

Thank you, Editor Janet Kuypers, for allowing me to join the range of talented voices that are regularly showcased by Down in the Dirt!




Rainbow at Mill Mountain!!

This was the massive rainbow late yesterday afternoon in front of Mill Mountain. The video doesn’t do it justice. It was super-bright and it was gigantic.  It looked like it was hitting the ground just a few blocks away.

If you look carefully, you can see a second rainbow arc above it at right.

There was a pretty neat sunshower preceding it as well.


Synchronized Chaos to feature two of my stories and one of my poems.

I’m quite happy to share here that Synchronized Chaos will soon feature two of my science fiction/horror stories and one poem.

The stories are “Shine Now, Fiercely, Forever” (my time travel horror tale) and “At the End of the World, My Daughter Wept Metal” (my nanotechnology horror tale).  The poem is “An Altogether Different Slumber.”  All three of the pieces dovetail nicely with the editorial inspiration for Synchronized Chaos — the mathematical concept of chaos theory. (It really is a unique online creative journal, and I encourage you to check it out.)

Thank you, Executive Editor Cristina Deptula, for allowing me to share my voice through such an interesting venue!



A pal of mine actually ate this last night.

Because there is no god, and because life is a stupefying, interminable Kafkaesque nocturnal hellscape.

Hey, I generally love Ben & Jerry’s.  It’s an awesome brand.  But Pumpkin Cheesecake ice cream combines two of the very worst things in the universe — into a new and confusing amalgam of horror.  (Anyone who knows me will tell you that I abhor all things pumpkin-flavored.  And I’ve harbored a private loathing of cheesecake since college — there’s a weird story behind that.)

So, for me, this is like taking two things that cannot possibly be worse, and yet somehow making them worse via cruel combination.  Like maybe a giant spider that also has gonorrhea.  Or maybe Donald Trump singing an entire Whitney Houston album.

Remember that fish entree I showed you that looked like “Pumpkinhead?”  I would rather eat that than this.

My friend gave me a permission to post this picture only if I said it was delicious.  I lied to her.