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Down in the Dirt selects another poem of mine for its newest anthology

I’m so pleased to note here that Down in the Dirt has once again included a poem of mine in a poetry collection. This time out, the magazine published “An Ode to the Paintings of a Newly Discovered Artist” in an anthology it released today, Late Frost. )  The magazine first published this piece in its regular issue last month.

If you’d like to order a copy of the anthology, you can order it from Amazon at this link.

Thanks, as always, to Editor Janet Kuypers for allowing me to share my voice via Down in the Dirt!   



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Newington Blue Press selects my work for Issue No. 2 of Buk 100!

Great news — I am going to be published in Germany again! The nice folks over at Newington Blue Press have selected one poem and one photograph of mine to appear in the limited edition Issue No. 2 of Buk 100: My Old Man, A Birthday Greeting. The poem is my recent piece “Ode to a New Black Ballpoint Pen.” The photo is of the Shaffer’s Crossing Norfolk Southern Railway Bridge right here in Roanoke.

I am truly honored to learn that my work will appear in Issue No. 2 — especially after several of my poems appeared in Issue No. 1 of Buk 100 back in June. (These were “Guerrilla Poet” and “First Smoke.”) I am also quite happy to see that a photo of my adopted Bible Belt city will appear in a literary publication in Europe.

Buk 100: My Old Man, A Birthday Greeting is a set of chapbooks commemorating what would have been the 100th birthday of Charles Bukowski. Their featured writing and art were selected to showcase “a conversance and artistic involvement with the phenomenon of Bukowski.”

Thanks once again to Matthias Krueger at Newington Blue Press for allowing me to be a part of this unique international tribute to a legendary poet!




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Your 80’s joke for today.

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Happy Thanksgiving, All!

We all know that 2020 has been a difficult year, to say the least — and that this Thanksgiving, for many of us, will be unlike those in the past.  Let’s each be thankful for what we do have — whether it is our health, our homes, our hopes, or one another.

Pictured — lead-glazed glass painting depicting the potato harvest and Thanksgiving in the Hippolit Church in Amelinghausen, Germany.

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Photo credit: Oxfordian Kissuth, CC BY-SA 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0, via Wikimedia Commons.

Romero knew.

Maybe it’s a lifetime of zombie movies that’s done it to me (along with the books, short stories and comic books), but somehow I always knew that there would be hordes of imbeciles getting themselves and other people killed during a horrifying viral pandemic. (There’s always the crazy guy who leaves the gate open.)

It’s like these @$$+)*%$s exist to hasten the plot along to its high-casualty conclusion.

DAMMIT, MIGUEL.

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They don’t need Trump to trump democracy. The fight goes on.

Soooooo, GSA Administrator Emily W. Murphy has (finally) ascertained officially that Joseph Biden is the next President of the United States. And that represents the end of what is (hopefully) the last conceivably effective option at the current president’s disposal to override democracy and simply … install himself as an unelected second-term president.

No supporters of Donald J. Trump would view him that way, of course. They would quickly and cheerfully embrace whatever alternate reality that their president paints for them using his limited command of the English language. If he told them that Lizard People from Venus hacked into the voting machines via telekinesis, they’d follow right along.

So we in America have gotten a reprieve from madcap authoritarianism — at least until Trump runs again in 2024, or one of his children does. The latter is the worse option, I think — each of the Trump kids are just as shameless as their father, and each is profoundly less stupid. (Look at their Twitter feeds. They can speak English.) They might have better chances of reaching the White House and remaining there. (It’s been said by wiser men than me that Donald Trump could actually succeed in becoming a dictator if only he weren’t such a goddamned imbecile.)

Or what about some other opportunist who successfully targets Trump’s surprisingly broad demographic? This country has no shortage of foul-mouthed, egotistical, tough-talking white guys who lash out on the Internet and falsely claim to have all the answers. (Look at me, for example.) If we could export these assholes, they’d make up more than half of our gross national product.

We don’t need Donald Trump to end the American Experiment. We just need someone like him. All we need is another charismatic demagogue who can attract financial support, and who can lead bullshit, televangelist-style pep rallies and who (more importantly) can manipulate social media to spread disinformation.

American exceptionialism is a myth — at least as far as authoritarianism is concerned. The people of this country are no less susceptible to its appeal than people where authoritarians have seized power in the past — places like Germany, Italy, Russia, China and elsewhere.

And they don’t need Trump to trump democracy. The fight goes on, as all good fights do.

Because Trump’s defeat today still only gives us what Franklin told us we had when (apocrophally, at least ), he exited the Constitutional Convention in 1787 — “a Republic, if you can keep it.”

Winedrunk Sidewalk publishes “Remember, remember the Fifth of November (2020)”

More good news today — Winedrunk Sidewalk: Shipwrecked in Trumpland published another short satirical poem of mine.  The title of the piece is “Remember, Remember the Fifth of November (2020).”  (It is an obvious riff on the classic 17th century English poem about Guy Fawkes.)

You can find the piece right here.  Thanks, as always, to Editor John Grochalski for allowing me to share my voice via Winedrunk Sidewalk!



The Roanoke Times features “A Roanoke Thanksgiving”

I got a nice surprise when I woke up this morning — The Roanoke Times published my holiday poem, “A Roanoke Thanksgiving.”  You can find it right here.

As you might remember if you follow this blog, I penned this poem about my adopted city at about this time last year.  Thanks to the good folks over at The Roanoke Times for letting me share it today with my neighbors!



(How much money will you give me?)

Me: “All our lives are fleeting, friends, so use what time you have in a meaningful way.”

Also me: “Anyone dare me to eat this watermelon chunk with ketchup on it?”

“Would you come into my Parler?” said The Spider to The Fly.

“Would you come into my Parler?” said The Spider to The Fly.


“There’s news for real Americans — the MAGA girls and guys!


The way into my Parler is up a winding stair.


If you have a brain or conscience, just leave them out there.”


“Oh yes, yes,” said the little Fly, “a place to bash and blame


those party-pooping liberals who fact-check all my claims!”



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