So I finally located that cache of shorts in storage that I was looking for. Now I can finally dress for the hot weather. Sorry about my blinding white legs, Roanoke.
How white are they? Let’s just say I hope you didn’t throw out your eclipse-viewing glasses.
Off Campbell Avenue in Roanoke, Virginia.
They periodically change their artwork on the outside of the building; this piece is especially beautiful.
Food, a nice place to live in a city that I love, a wonderful girl and loads of good friends. A good portion of the world is not so lucky.
Perspective is a good thing.
Eschewing the Oxford comma — that’s something else I’m thankful for.
Formerly The Patrick Henry Hotel, it opened in 1925. It’s got its own share of ghost stories, and one of them is pretty intense.
It kinda looks like it could be haunted, you know what I mean?
Look at the size of that slice. (I placed it next to that full-seized coffeepot for reference.) And it doesn’t cost much either.
Granted, there is nothing quite like a slice of New York pizza, but this is a superlative effort.
Impspired in the United Kingdom released its 13th volume today, featuring three of my poems: “At the Coffee Shop,” “Autumn Girl” and “A Poet’s Short Note to His Muse.” (These pieces were previously published online in Impspired Issue 26.)
You can purchase a paperback copy of Impspired Volume Thirteen right here over at Amazon.
As always, I am grateful to Editor Steve Cawte for allowing me to see my work published by such an outstanding literary magazine!
Corner of Market Street and Salem Avenue, Roanoke, VA.
Courtesy of my dear friend Anna, who sent me this neurographic painting. Neurographic art is a meditative process in which artists channel their subconsciouses to create.
Thanks, Anna! Your painting now has a permanent home upon the Wall of Important Keepsakes.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 