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Peeking Cat Literary will publish a new poem of mine

Great news! Peeking Cat Literary will publish a new poem of mine, both online on January 23 and in its next annual anthology in October 2021. The title of the poem is “The Rough, Violet Stone.”

Peeking Cat Literary is the new incarnation of the former Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine, which recently returned after a one-year hiatus with some ambitious new directions. You can find all the details about the magazine’s new era by viewing its October 3 Facebook live event right here.

Thanks once again to Editor Sam Rose for allowing me to share my voice all over the world via this first-rate literary venue! I will be honored to see my poem both in the online magazine and in the print anthology.



“GET OUT!”

I, for one, think the Vice President performed remarkably well at last night’s debate — especially right after being harassed by demons at that house in Amityville.

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(It’s a 90’s thing. You wouldn’t understand.)

Somebody tell Mike Pence that his Aeon Flux impression needs a little work.

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Green Lantern goes camping.

Two last summer pics before I start getting in gear for fall.  So long, blue Virginia wildflowers.

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The Fifth Di magazine features “Industrial Revolution”

It’s a lazy poetry Saturday — I had a lot of fun attending the Peeking Cat Literary relaunch on Facebook this afternoon, and I am now enjoying my copy of The Fifth Di, Hiraeth Books’ outstanding magazine of science fiction, fantasy, and horror.

It’s truly fun stuff, and you can order your copy of the September Issue right here.  And when you’ve got a copy, please check out my poem “Industrial Revolution” on page 42.  🙂  (Thanks again to Managing Editor Tyree Campbell for accepting my work for such a first-rate indie lit mag!)

Stay safe out there, friends.

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“La Solitude du Christ,” Alphonse Osbert, 1897

“The Solitude of Christ.”  Oil on panel.

I wish I’d known about this painting when I’d first run “prayer upon an empty hilltop” on this blog.  It would have been perfect.

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The President of the United States is in quarantine.

At this point, the Republicans might as well replace their elephant emblem with a plague rat.

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Spillwords Press features “A Churchgoer Passes My Yard on Sunday Morning”

I’m honored today to see another poem of mine featured by Spillwords Press.  The title of the piece is “A Churchgoer Passes My Yard on Sunday Morning,” and you can find it right here.

Spillwords Press is “home for all that live and breathe words, spilled or inspired, through literature of every genre, from writers and poets of every walk of life.”  Thanks once again to Editor Dagmara K.  for allowing me to share my voice via this outstanding online literary magazine.




“Orange is the New Crap”

I called Trump a dirty word.

Here I stand in Facebook jail.

Now my voice remains unheard!

Curse that pompous orange whale!!!

 

 

“Jail: the Only Remedy,” Walter H. Gallaway, circa 1902

YOU’D ACTUALLY BE SURPRISED AT THE THINGS I CAN WRITE.