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Rest easy, Robert Hansen.

I was saddened this morning to learn of a terrible loss to the independent literature community.  Poet and publisher Robert Hansen passed away from a pulmonary embolism in November.

I first worked with Robert in 2017, when he was kind enough to print some of my poems and microfiction in mini-book format with Poems-for-All.  (Robert’s unique matchbook-sized mini-books published short literature in a way that allowed writers to “scatter them like seeds,” sharing their work with friends and strangers alike.  He was a truly gifted graphic designer as well, and the covers he created were always perfect.)

Robert was a man with whom it was always a pleasure to interact.  He was a sublimely gracious person who was always generous with his time, and he took obvious pleasure in encouraging and supporting creative people.

His loss is a great one to the writers who were lucky enough to work with him.  I can only imagine it is immeasurably more so to the people who knew him best.



Feeling clawstrophobic …

Remember that buddy of mine who tried otter a couple of weeks ago?  He’s cooking with chicken claws tonight.

I don’t mean that he was born with chicken claws and is preparing a dish; I mean chicken claws are on the menu — for … chicken bone broth, I think?  I’m pretty sure I have ADHD; sometimes I just smile and nod when this dude says things, and I’m not really following.

If I take off my glasses, they actually look like jumbo shrimp.  Which I can only imagine would be an unfortunate mistake for someone to make.


“The Dark Side of the Moon” was released 50 years ago today.

Yes, you read that right.  The brilliant album was released on March 1st, 1973.

You can observe the occasion by listening to the entire album right here at Pink Floyd’s Youtube channel.  (And that is something I fully expect you to do, by the way.)


Weird weather.

I just got back from downtown Roanoke — you could easily get away with a t-shirt.  It was like this last night too, and earlier this week.  This is the mildest winter I can remember.

This is the end of February, people.  I honestly wonder if we will not get snow in Roanoke this year at all.  I can remember being surprised just a few years ago that I could wear a t-shirt outside at the end of October.

It’s just so striking.