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My flash fiction story “Bill and I” is featured in Newington Blue Press’ “Prying” commemorative chapbook!

Wonderful news!  Newington Blue Press in Germany has included my flash fiction story “Bill and I” in its new Prying limited edition commemorative chapbook.  Prying is the third in a trilogy of chapbooks to honor the legacy of Charles Bukowski; Publishing Editor Matthias Kruger selected works for the volume that reflect “a conversance and artistic involvement with the phenomenon of Bukowski.”

Newington Blue Press produces outstanding work.  I was lucky enough to see my poetry and photography featured in the first two volumes, and I was extremely impressed withe the quality of its writing, photography and artwork.  So I am especially pleased to round out my participation in the trilogy with the publication of a flash fiction story.

Thanks once again the Matthias Kruger for allowing me to be a part of this important celebration of a great American writer!



Two more Irish blessings that I really like.

These come courtesy of the Los Angeles Daily News:

“A toast to your coffin.  May it be made of 100-year-old oak.  And may we plant the tree together, tomorrow.”

And …

“May your glass be ever full.  May the roof over your head be always strong.  And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you’re dead.”



“The Rough, Violet Stone” included in the new “Bards Across The Pond” transatlantic poetry anthology

I’m pleased to announce that my poem “The Rough, Violet Stone” will appear in Bards Across The Pond, A U.S. & U.K. Poetry Anthology.  The upcoming collection is another initiative of Local Gems Press, which has launched many anthologies and events on both sides of the Atlantic.

Bards Across The Pond will showcase outstanding poetry from writers in both America and the United Kingdom.  The official book launch is scheduled for Friday, March 28th, at 7:30PM at The Dog-Eared Bards Book Shop in East Northport, New York.  But you can preorder the book at a discounted price here at Local Gems Press.

Thanks once again to Maddie McGivney and Bards President James P. Wagner for allowing me to see my work in yet another excellent poetry collection!



Happy St. Patrick’s Day, all!!

If I know a few of you, you’ll need to watch those shenanigans.

Photo credit: Ethan Doyle White, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

Wax on, wax off.

Welp.  My commitment to giving up candy is coming along swimmingly.

I’m willing to bet a lot of young people today wouldn’t even know what wax lips are.  (They were considered vintage candy when *I* was a kid in the 1980’s.)  Hell, I’m willing to bet a lot of young people wouldn’t get the “Karate Kid” (1984) reference in the headline.

To be honest, the appeal of this candy kinda hasn’t aged well?  I’d swap them out for Nerds or Pop Rocks any day of the week.



You don’t need to laugh. Most people don’t like my puns very March.

I’d have gotten up earlier this morning if I were more of a responsible adult.  I’d also get more done today, I’d stop eating sugary cereal and I’d feed my mind tonight with something other than cheesy horror movies.

But you know what they say — “Beware the I’d’s of March.”  So I am at least a good Roman.


https://www.britishmuseum.org/collection/object/C_1855-0512-40

(Let’s set aside the pedantree.)

A few of you dendrological-type people might notice that there are actually two trees in this picture.  (People on Facebook have pointed out that the one on the left looks like a maple or Bradford pear, while the one on the right is a crape myrtle.)  So the meme is based on a falsehood.

But I wouldn’t have known.  And the point remains important anyway.



Source: Other Perspectives on Facebook

Hershberger Road, Roanoke, Virginia, March 2025

I took this shot because it shows how mountains encircle Roanoke.  (From this one particular place on Hershberger Road, you can see them in the distance in the west, north and east.)

For newcomers hailing from a very flat place like Long Island, this can actually mess with your sense of direction — because your mind might unconsciously use the nearest mountain as a frame of reference.  (It should be noted here, however, that I have always had a lousy sense of direction.  I was legendary in New York for easily becoming lost.)



The paragon of Southern culture and the crown jewel of Hershberger Road.

Krispy Kreme.

Roanoke, Virginia.

Spillwords Press publishes “Like White Plumeria Petal”

I am so happy to see Spillwords Press today feature my poem “Like White Plumeria Petal.”  You can find it right here.

Thanks, as always, to Chief Editor Dagmara K. and the staff of Spillwords Press!