I’m honored to share here today that Spillwords Press published my short poem, “Her Son, Her Daughter.” You can find it right here.
Thanks once again to Dagmara K. and the rest of the editorial staff at Spillwords Press!
I’m honored to share here today that Spillwords Press published my short poem, “Her Son, Her Daughter.” You can find it right here.
Thanks once again to Dagmara K. and the rest of the editorial staff at Spillwords Press!

I ran a version of this picture a number of years ago — and ran across it again. This one’s cropped so that you can better see the little fellas.

My cellphone camera is truly, categorically awful when it comes to shooting at night. Sorry, folks.
Campbell Avenue at Roanoke City Market.
Salem Avenue.
Jefferson Street.
But I think it’s about thyme.

Elmwood Park.

Sorry about the shaky cam. And my cellphone camera is obviously not high quality.
Fountain beside Hampton Inn & Suite (facing Church Avenue).

Looking north up Market Street.

The Roanoke Times.

A Banksyesque painting in front of Wok-ology on the corner of Campbell Avenue and Jefferson Street.

One look at that bright air and you can tell how hot it is here in my little Bible Belt city. Those townhouses remind me of Charleston, South Carolina’s “Rainbow Row.” Or maybe an Edward Hopper painting — I may have said so before, but this entire city is indeed Hopperesque.
I think the final frame of that second video is really nice, with the American flag appearing before the sunset over the mountains. I certainly didn’t plan it that way — that was just the spot where I happened to stop running to shoot video.



I actually went to some trouble to get these glasses. It’s a long story that I won’t bore you with — but it involved a late night road trip with a fellow writer and seizing discount Twizzlers.


I am right now listening to Bauhaus while eating salami-and-mushroom pizza. Because you’re never too old to discover awesome new things.
Gonna hit a new walking route today too.
Not every new discovery is pleasing. I pulled up some deep-cut REO Speedwagon that I hadn’t heard. I was pretty non-plussed by the songs I found. Once you get past their greatest hits, some of their singles were kinda sorta bad — like elevator music, seriously.
July 2021.
Roanoke used to be called “Big Lick,” of all things.

This second one I’m a little proud of — that’s the Mill Mountain Star that you see in the background at left.

Looking southwest.

I found Area 51!!! And it was taken over by the Black Oil Alien from “The X-Files.”
