If you fancy a few verses to get you through the winter’s first snow this weekend, then check out the December 2017 issue of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine. You can find my poem “Iphigenia’s Womb” there, along with some terrific poetry by a few great friends of mine — including Emily E. James’ “Psychochub” and R. J. Davey’s “An Appeal to the Craft.”
You can order a paperback copy of the magazine right from Lulu.com here, or download a free copy in PDF format right here.
Happy Holidays!
Even though you actually can’t tell from this picture, which I now realize. Dammit.
Use your imagination.
Salem, Virginia.
Next up is my take on “Lavender Disaster.” But first I need get up to NoVa, steal my friend Steve’s car, and then crash it.
Steve will understand. He’s an art guy himself.
That last shot you see is of people on their way to line up in the Christmas Parade.
My handwriting sucks.
Update: “Alarm clock!!” I need to buy a new alarm clock!!!
Update 2: Although I probably should also get out to the coast to build and operate that clam shack I’ve always dreamed of.
Find the dreaded blood-red wood.
If you’re feeling so inclined, then please remember you can conveniently find my own mad scribblings over at my Purchasing page.
A sublimely talented ladyfriend of mine made these Christmas ornaments, and I think they’re wicked cool. She told me that they’re “Cornish pixies,” and that they’re Harry Potter characters.
The last photo depicts dragon-egg ornaments. Those might be a reference to Harry Potter too, but I stopped her before she could tell me … I’m much, much happier thinking they’re from Game of Thrones. (Seriously, look at the red one!)
That awkward moment when looking like James Woods makes you the hit of the neighborhood and people want to take their picture with you.
I hope at least I don’t look the same age.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 