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“Nothing” included in the Casting Off poetry collection.

I got some nice news today — my short poem “Nothing” was included in Down in the Dirt’s newest poetry collection, Casting Off.  (The poem originally appeared in the magazine’s August 2023 Issue.)

You can purchase Casting Off in paperback format here over at Amazon.

Or you can read it for free online right here.

Thanks yet again to Editor Janet Kuypers for choosing to feature my work in this exemplary literary magazine!



Casting Off

Throwback Thursday: “The Adventures of Superman” (1952-1958)!

No, I was not alive when “The Adventures of Superman” first aired in the 1950’s.  But I could swear that I remember seeing reruns on local New York broadcast TV when I was a tot in the 1970’s.

I could be wrong!  It’s possible I’m remembering some other iteration of the character in film or television.  My instincts are telling me that this is the show, though.

Comic book fans will recognize George Reeves in the iconic title role.

I am linking here, by the way, to Steven Brandt’s Youtube channel.  Thanks, Mr. Brandt.



Today’s portmanteau.

Neuromaste — the neurotic in me greets the neurotic in you.

(There’s something to be said for dysfunctional spiritual symmetry. )



“*HOW* did I get here?!”

Old people thoughts I totally had today:

“This McDonald’s is exceptionally clean. The staff should be commended.”



Throwback Thursday: this 1979 Pop Rocks commercial!!

Pop Rocks!!!  These fizzy little candies had a genuine mystique to little kids in the late 1970’s — and they were pretty damned good too! (I am linking here to the Bionic Disco Youtube channel for the video.)

Of course, no reminiscence about Pop Rocks could leave out the morbid, wide-eyed awe we kids felt at the fate of poor Mikey, the beloved little brother in the classic Life Cereal commercials.  The finicky tike had perished horribly after a concoction of Pop Rocks and soda had literally exploded his stomach.

It was all bullshit, of course — and maybe the first example of pervasive “fake news” affecting me in my lifetime.  But the bizarre and grisly myth got the harmless candy yanked right off the market after sales plummeted.



My Brain: “It’s 1:44 AM. You should be asleep.”

Also My Brain:

“Your OWN.  PERSONAL.  RHESUS.

“Someone to hear your pleas — up in the trees.”



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The Piker Press features “Autumn Girl”

I am so happy today to see my poem “Autumn Girl” appear in the pages of The Piker PressYou can find it right here.

Thanks, as always, to Managing Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to share my voice in this wonderful online magazine.



Ho, ho, ho.

Facebook friend: “Fall air and ho made pumpkin/ apple butter simmering.”

Me: “Ho made what? I was wonderin’ where she was at!”



Disclaimer — yes, I know this is an old spelling joke. But I couldn’t resist invoking it when I saw the opportunity.



A plumber friend posted a picture on Facebook of a bathtub he installed.

Friend:  “Nice tub! Just another day in the life of a plumber!”

Me: “Okay, but is that Tub A or Tub B?”

Friend:

Me: “(Tub B or not Tub B — that is the question.)”

Friend:



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That 70’s joe.

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