I passed a nice milestone yesterday — I’ve now seen my writing and photography appear in 70 ongoing periodicals (in addition to the anthologies and other standalone publications).
🙂
I passed a nice milestone yesterday — I’ve now seen my writing and photography appear in 70 ongoing periodicals (in addition to the anthologies and other standalone publications).
🙂
It’s the magazine named for me and my peer group — how could I NOT submit a poem?
Seriously, though, I am quite grateful to Editor in Chief Arthur Graham for publishing “Confession” in this superb and subversive art/lit zine “that will always be for the misfits.”
You can find the poem right here:
How do I make the same embarrassing mistake at the same store one week later? (You guessed it — I left one of my packages at the counter again, and the poor, beleaguered, young cashier had to run out after the confused old guy with it.)
It’s like a humiliating glitch in The Matrix.
There is just something about Virginia skies, even during a frigid March day.
That antiquated building you see is the historic Hotel Roanoke, the original iteration of which was erected in 1882 (before being rebuilt).
Looking south and west from above Shenandoah Avenue.
That’s right — the legendary tome saw its 40th anniversary last month. (I’ve always had the habit of referring to its graphic novel format, but of course it was initially published as a four-issue limited series.)
Forty years — I can’t wrap my mind around that.
For a little perspective, imagine being a young person in 1986 and discovering The Dark Knight Returns for the first time. (I myself was introduced to it a few years down the line, but still.) Now picture an older comics fan in 1986 trying to interest you in a title that was published 40 years prior.
THAT COMIC WOULD HAVE BEEN PUBLISHED IN 1946 — a year after the conclusion of World War II. It would have to be a title like Tintin or the Mark Trail comic strip.
Damn, we’re old.