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.
Green Lantern goes camping.
Two last summer pics before I start getting in gear for fall. So long, blue Virginia wildflowers.
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.
“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.
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.
I saw Black Widow!
But it wasn’t this year’s upcoming Marvel Cinematic Universe movie — it was a real goddam highly venomous spider on the outside of my garbage pail just now. (The signature red hourglass marking would be on its underside.) I would have loved to find Scarlett Johansson clinging to the side of my garbage pails, but generally my luck doesn’t work like that.
My neighbor found it and pointed it out to me, and my Internet search indeed seems to confirm that it is of the Southern Black Widow Spider (Latrodectus mactans) species. I also learned two fun facts: 1) “black widows” are actually several species of spiders that are also called “true widows,” which I find vaguely poetic, and 2) these are the most venomous spiders in North America. The female’s bite is approximately 15 times more potent than than a rattlesnake bite. Okay … that second fact is probably more terrifying than it is “fun.”
My neighbor also started telling me other black widow facts, like how if you find one, you can expect to find more because of … mating season or something, but I literally walked away as fast as I could, because that’s the kind of fatally depressing news I expect from the national news.
Anyway, my best friend got a new pet just yesterday, and she keeps showing off her hamster pics — so maybe this is my way of keeping up with the Joneses.
