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“Accidental Crotch Shot #6.”

I endured more than a few WTF moments trying to configure my new cell phone.  I was holding it my lap when trying to figure out its features; it kept showing me pictures I accidentally took of my own crotch and then cheerfully assuring me “SETUP COMPLETE!!!”

I finally pulled up the “Gallery” function on the damned thing, and there they are — eight photos of my lap.  I don’t even know how to erase them.  Gonna put ’em together and make a “Crotch Shot Collage,” and then seek an NEA grant.

It’s things like this that inspired the Luddites.

Anyway, those are indeed wood chips you see — I actually live in a giant hamster habitat.

 

Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine features “Seagull”

If you’re in the mood for a goofy summer poem, then check out my piece, “Seagull,” in the July 2016 Issue of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine.

You can purchase a copy of the magazine via Lulu.com here:

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Or, you can download a free pdf copy of the July issue right here:

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Thanks once again to Editor Samantha Rose for allowing me to be a part of the creative community at Peeking Cat!

 

Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine Issue 16 - July 2016

“Three — it’s the magic number.”

I wish every high school in America taught three things.  Actually, I wish every high school in America taught a lot of things, but these are the things I am focusing on right now:

  1. A basic rundown of logical fallacies, but especially the straw man argument, the false dichotomy, and the sunk costs fallacy;
  2. An understanding of apophenia; and
  3. The meaning of cognitive dissonance.

It would utterly change political, social and religious discourse in this country.

If you’re unfamiliar with these terms, then Google them.  I swear they’re easy to understand, even if they sound a little esoteric.  I’m like half an imbecile, and I totally get them.

 

 

Olin Warner’s “Memory,” 1896

Bronze door at main entrance of the Library of Congress Thomas Jefferson Building.

 

Well, THAT was a little scary!

I smelled something burning, and I thought I’d left the stove on downstairs.

Turns out it was only the Reichstag.

Throwback Thursday: 70’s-era water pistols

I loved these cheap toys when I was a tot in the late 1970’s.  They were a favorite gift from any aunt who might be visiting during the summer.

Some websites list these as 1960’s toys; I’m guessing the Chinese manufacturers were simply using the same molds a decade later.

I seem to remember cracking or breaking one on more than one occasion, which is weird, because they weren’t made of glass.  I also needed an adult to fill them for me, when I was very little — you had to fill them via a tiny hole in the back that was plugged by a small plastic stopper.  It required a little finesse, as you had to run only a thin stream of water from the faucet to make that work.

I distinctly remember that dark blue Luger that you see at the bottom.

 

 

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Stay safe!

I don’t imagine this needs to be said, but I hope all the candidates, staff and attendees at the Republican National Convention enjoy a safe and secure event, as part of a peaceful political process. (With so many diverse dangers in this violent day and age, we should be thankful for that alone.)

Even if we disagree, of course we should wish each other well as fellow Americans.

Follow “The Bees Are Dead” on Twitter!

Oscar Wilde wrote that “life imitates art.”  Well, let’s hope not.  Because the world is so insane lately that I’m worried that my beloved dystopian and post-apocalyptic literature will come to be regarded as just … y’know … literature.

Nevertheless, if you do enjoy dystopian prose, poetry and photography, then remember to stay current “The Bees Are Dead.”  You can do so quite easily by following B.A.D. on Twitter:

https://twitter.com/TheBeesAreDead

Stop in and enjoy some excellent poetry by Wayne F. Burke and Prerna Bakshi!

Publication Notice: Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine to feature “Seagull”

I am honored once again to say that one of my poems will be featured by Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine — “Seagull” will appear in the upcoming July 2016 issue.

As always, I am grateful to Editor Samantha Rose for allowing me to be a part of Peeking Cat’s creative community!

 

Livin’ la Vitis Labrusca!

You’ve heard of “frenemies?” I have “frexperts.”  My botanical blog query has been answered — the leaves I sought to identify on Wednesday are actually from a wild grape vine.

I found these thin little castaways littering a browning haphazard patch along the white sidewalk in my neighborhood.  The leaves appeared to have been inexplicably dying early, in mid-July.  They also looked … skeletonized.  If that didn’t make an excellent Gothic metaphor, I don’t know what would, and I wanted to make a poem of it.

An online consensus among a few Mary Washington College alumni at first pointed to the redbud tree (cercis canadensis), as its leaves indeed look similar.  “They had been “skeletonized” by Japanese beetles, which is something even a Noo Yawkah probably should have guessed.

So this is what I came up with, and submitted to Haikuniverse:

Falling early, in July,
are perforated tapered spades,
or the honeycombed arrows of hearts —
beetle-bitten redbud leaves.

But then John Puckett clarified:

“I’m chiming in late, and the poem is beautiful as written, but I think you are looking at leaves from a wild grape vine. Here in VA, the Japanese beetles love the grapes but don’t touch the redbuds …  Here’s a pic of a beetle-bitten grape leaf over a redbud. 

“You probably wouldn’t even notice [the vines]. They climb anything and everything, but at the ground they have a woody trunk.  The leaves might be only in the upper canopy of whatever they happen to cling onto. I think what you have there is Vitis labrusca, they are species indigenous to North America.

“I like the poem though… “beetle-bitten redbud” sounds very musical … Vitis Labrusca sounds like a Swedish speed metal band (not very musical).”

Thanks, Johnny.

If you readers are curious as to why an old classmate of mine is an expert on all things grape-related, he is nothing less than a bona fide sommelier, and the proprietor at Rogers Ford Winery right over in Sumerduck.  You can find him right here:

http://www.rogersfordwine.com/