Roanoke, Virginia, April 2025. Pictured is the First Evangelical Presbyterian Church.
No, I can not hold a phone or camera steady. It will never happen.
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Get a Loder this.
Damn.
(I am a bit of a flake …)
The heavily accented guy at the bodega cheerfully informs me that “NEW CEREAL SHIPMENT COMES *TOMORROW,* SIR!”
So evidently they know me as “that cereal guy.” Not sure how I feel about that.
[Update — now all my Facebook friends are cracking the various requisite “serial” jokes. I should have seen that coming.]
MWC Alum Russell Morgan was on television in Southwest Virginia!
Hey Mary Washington College folks, your distinguished thespian alumnus Russell Morgan was featured on WDBJ7 here in Southwest Virginia! The television station did a segment on David Walton’s excellent stage dramedy, “Closing Arguments,” in which Russ had a starring role.
Let me tell you something — the dude was damned funny too. I guess the old MWC theater department taught him well!
Check out the link below:
I am now an organ donor.
Or … I will be, after I die. That is how it works, right?
And you should be one too! It’s easy if you live in a state like Virginia. You just check off a box when you apply for (or renew) your driver’s license.
Or, you can find out how to register right here with the Department of Health and Human Services.
Image credit: pd4u, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons
My poem “March Midnight Window” is included in cc&d magazine’s newest anthology.
I am so happy to see my poem “March Midnight Window” included in cc&d magazine’s latest anthology, Letter from the End of the World. The piece was originally published in cc&d’s regular issue at the start of March; it is reprinted here in the new literary collection.
You can order a copy of Letter from the End of the World right here at Amazon.
Thanks once again to Editor Janet Kuypers at Scars Publications for allowing me to join the community at cc&d magazine!
A few quick words on “Closing Arguments.”
I immensely enjoyed today’s matinee performance of Closing Arguments at The Bear Theater at 302 Campbell Avenue in Roanoke. (A caveat — I cannot offer an unbiased review here, because a great old college friend, Russell Morgan, is one of the cast.)
But suffice to say I had a blast. Closing Arguments is an engaging, thoughtful, and genuinely funny comedy delivered by a talented, energetic cast. It portrays a dysfunctional family reuniting in a small town for a funeral for one of their own, where their latent animosities and neuroses boil over.
Writer and director David Walton was on hand to introduce the performance. (And it occurs to me as a theater neophyte that there must be a benefit to playwrights directing their own plays — who better to guide actors performances toward matching the intent of the text?)
Anyway, I cheerfully recommend this. Closing Arguments’ next weekend is its last; if you are interested, you can buy tickets here.
There is a new page here at the site for 2025 poetry publications.
And check out the photo there of a creepy tree out in Salem, Virginia. Seriously, that thing is straight out of “Snow White and the Seven Dwarves'” (1937) haunted forest.
My poetry was translated into Chinese for a third time by the Poetry Hall quarterly bilingual journal.
Wonderful news! Poetry Hall translated selections of my work into Chinese for a third time. The quarterly bilingual journal printed my poems “Feast,” “Bumblebee,” and “she” in Issue 27, which you can order right here at Amazon. The publication has a truly interesting format in that it features poems in both languages, side by side.
Poetry Hall is a not-for-profit journal that is published by the Chinese Poetry Association. Its mission is to “introduce well-written Chinese and English poetry to the world in both its original language and translation forms. ” It showcases work from contributors worldwide, and also has a global readership.
No, there was no escaped tiger running around Cave Spring yesterday.
That was an April Fool’s joke.
I’ve gotta hand it to you people — you’re sharp. There were verrrry few people who fell for my ruse this year. (You distinguished believers know who you are.)
Maybe I went too far in naming the fictional “Jowicker” zoological agency. Or maybe my citing of witness “April Flanagan” was a little too on the nose.
Oh, well. I can still reminisce with pride about last year’s gem of a hoax. That one actually worked a little too well — I spent days afterward clarifying for people that I had not joined a traveling dance company for middle-aged performers.
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