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Three of my poems published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal Volume 33: Vortex Voyagers.

Things are looking up a bit in stormswept Roanoke.  First, a break in the rainy weather allowed a sojurn today to Benny Marconi’s for pizza.  Second, the mailman brought me my copy of Lothlorien Poetry Journal Volume 33: Vortex Voyagers.

It is a wonderful 237-page tome of outstanding work, and it is just the after-midnight reading that I need right now.  (Insomnia strikes again.)

If you want to enjoy it too, you can order your copy right here.  (And if you do happen to purchase a copy, I hope you peruse the three poems of mine there — “school shooter,” “This Windy Morning” and “The Rough Violet Stone.”  These were published online by Lothlorien in February.)



Quick note.

I’m in a big rush today, so I’m going to have to make a few hasty generalizations.

You understand.



Then he got run over by a bandwagon.

We thought its front wheel sheared him right in half, but it turns out it was only a false dichotomy. He was fine, but we still had to appeal to authority to make him be more careful.



Quiche Lorraine

Lorraine must be a fine woman indeed for having so splendid a dish named for her.



Thunderstorm fun.

Either the lights are flickering or I am having a stroke.

Admittedly, neither possibility excludes the other.



The Piker Press publishes a photo of mine.

The Piker Press published a photo today that I took of a hungry butterfly in Warrenton, Virginia.  You can find it right here.

Thanks to Managing Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to share it!  🙂



My Facebook friends wanted me to make a meme out of my Ellen Ripley post.

So here it is.

Okay … in a deleted scene for “Aliens” (1986), Ripley is shown to have had a child, blah, blah, blah. But deleted scenes are not canon, My Dudes.

Postscript —  my fellow nerds know that this message works equally well with Ms. Selina Kyle.



Waiter? CHECK, please.

Hey, I do realize that there are certain gifted individuals among us who can tell that something is “fake” simply because they dislike it.  So fact-checking is really only necessary for those of us who lack such rarefied discernment.

A few quick words on “Dark Matter” Season 1 (2024)

“Dark Matter” (2024) is easily one of the best science fiction tv series I’ve ever seen.  It’s like “Sliders” (1995-2000) got together with “North By Northwest” (1959) to create an homage to Homer’s “Odyssey.”  I’d cheerfully rate Season 1 a 10 out of 10.

I had two concerns about whether I would enjoy “Dark Matter,” after it was recommended to me by a college alumnus.

First, I was afraid that it would be too campy.  C’mon … a nice guy being kidnapped by his evil twin from a parallel universe?  That’s a potentially cheesy plot device, and one I feel certain I’ve seen more than once before … maybe “The X Files” (1993- 2018), or some iteration of “The Outer Limits.”  But this is a surprisingly grounded story that assiduously sticks to realism in its tone and plotting (even if it’s occasionally injected with an effective jolt of horror).

Second, I thought it might be too hard for me to follow.  Its premise relies not only on physics, but on the enigma of the “Schrodinger’s cat” thought experiment.  (I will never truly understand it, no matter how many times I pretend to on Facebook.  Reality is objective!)  But the storytelling here is direct and easy to follow, even if the (logical) surprises take the viewer happily off guard.  If my ADHD-afflicted brain could follow the story, then so can you.

And Season 1 ended so perfectly that I’m not even sure I wan a second season.  (It has been renewed by Apple+ TV.)

I definitely get the sense that “Dark Matter” benefitted from having Blake Crouch as the showrunner and head writer.  (Crouch is the author of the 2016 novel that is its source material).  And it’s got great performances by Joel Edgerton, Jennifer Connelly, Alice Braga and Jimmi Simpson.

It’s really good stuff.  Check it out.



Bysshe, PLEASE.

Feelin’ cute, might construct a statue of Ozymandias later.

Something to make ye Mighty look on and despair.  IDK.