When you’re walking around downtown all alone and paranoid at night and some OTHER paranoid dude by himself gives you the side-eye, and you’re like, “There but for the grace of God go waaaaaaiaminute.”
Well played, universe. Well played.
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EVERYBODY MUST GET STONED.
This was a present from an old friend from Fredericksburg — a colonial stoneware candleholder. I used to sell these from time to time from the gift shop of The Rising Sun Tavern living history museum there. (Yes, I was indeed one of those character-interpreting tour guides — I was “the tavernkeeper’s son” and I was better at it than you’d guess.)
This thing is really damned neat. I love it. It brings back memories of working summers and weekends as a college student at a job that was a lot more fun than most others.
“Confession” featured on the Dead Letter Radio podcast
I’m truly honored today to hear my poem “Confession” read by host Taize Jones on the Dead Letter Radio podcast! Taize did a pitch perfect job interpreting the piece, as he has with my poems that he selected in the past. You can listen to the episode right here; the poem begins at the 9:05 mark.
Dead Letter Radio is one of the coolest things I’ve found on the net in a long time; I highly recommend that you check it out. It’s also available on Spotify, Apple Podcasts and over at Listen Notes.
Thanks once again, Taize!
Throwback Thursday: the original trailer for “Blade Runner” (1982)!
I sent this trailer to a pal of mine after he told me he couldn’t remember if he’d seen 1982’s “Blade Runner.” (The poor, benighted soul!) As you can see … the trailer is a bit crude by today’s standards. It’s just a loose montage of key scenes in chronological order — with narration that is obviously performed by a store-brand knockoff of Harrison Ford. (I am linking here to the Movieclips Classic Trailers Youtube channel, by the way.)
You can kind of tell how Warner Bros. wanted to market the film as a standard action-thriller, instead of the moody, stygian sci-fi meditation that it is. And you can kind of understand why general audiences didn’t turn out for the movie while its cult following gained so much steam later.
Aim high.
Some people want to climb Everest. Some people want to sail around the world.
I’d love to be able to eat food without dripping it down the length of my white t-shirt like a goddamned jackass.
I should probably just stop buying white t-shirts.
Anyway, when I posted this on Facebook, the platform actually asked to help me raise money to figure this out. Seriously. Thanks, Facebook.
Poetry Pacific features “The Writer”
I’m so happy to share here that Poetry Pacific published a poem of mine yesterday in its 2021 issue — you can find “The Writer” right here.
Established in Vancouver in 2012, Poetry Pacific is now an annual publication, and this year’s edition includes 62 poets and four visual artists. Thanks once again to Editor Yuan Changming for allowing me to share my work through this exemplary international online journal.
What the *$#@?
Thanks, Amazon, but I honestly didn’t mean to order my belt from goddamned Munchkinland.
Who was this designed for? A ventriloquist dummy?
Did they pass along my order to the Build-A-Bear Workshop?
Peters Creek Road, Roanoke, VA
Turkey Vultures!
This is just a photo that I dug up from 2017 — those great winged horrors that you see are carrion-eating turkey vultures (cathartes aura). They were seemingly everywhere when I first came to Roanoke that year — but I haven’t seen too many since. (Or maybe they just haven’t again roosted near enough for me to see them — there are plenty of birds with tremendous wingspans overhead, and I don’t think they’re eagles.)
Turkey vultures are truly ugly beasts.
(Oh, wealth.)
Going over my monthly budget. Yeesh.
When it rains, it poors.
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