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“The First Anemones.”
Parafumet.
And, as you can see, he captured me perfectly. (It’s all about the disquietude, people.) And all those angles can easily symbolize my infamous editorial slant. Thanks, Jesse Rooney!!
Oil on canvas.
“A Spring Day.”
“Sonnet XVII,” by Pablo Neruda (translated from the original Spanish) I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as…
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This picture inspires pure nostalgia for 1980’s rural suburbia. I swear there is something so cool about the wood paneling and thick carpet. Note the game console. I still remember talking …
Oil on canvas.
Well there’s one thing I can cross off my bucket list. (There’s a lot on there, and some of it’s weird.) I finally saw F.W. Murnau’s “Nosferatu: ein Symphonie des Gr…
Oil on canvas.
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Until my mother called me home.
Oil on canvas.
Vigorous weeds from another galaxy kill the crops grown for earth on an Astro-orb and threaten to destroy the entire agricultural station
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Dark Horse Books. (Dark Horse Comics.)
They were new patients to me, all I had was the name, Olson. Please come down as soon as you can, my daughter is very sick. When I arrived I was met by the mother, a big startled looking woman, ver…
Lithograph.
Marvel Comics.
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“Rest at Harvest.” Oil on canvas.
Have you guys heard that Chuck Norris is going to cameo as a zombie on “The Walking Dead?!” He’s credited as “Texas Ranger Walker.” Oh my GOD. I am SO funny. Thank you…
DC Comics.
Chromolithograph. L. Prang & Co.
“In his arms, my lady lay asleep, wrapped in a veil. He woke her then and trembling and obedient she ate that burning heart out of his hand. Weeping I saw him then depart from me. “Coul…
So I’m getting better at editing photos — I’d like to think that these old shots of Salem, VA turned out pretty neat.
I awoke this morning to cool mists and shocks of deep green ivy climbing the massive gray hulks of my neighborhood’s oaks. Given what is going on in the world, I wondered what fate might bri…
“High Flight,” by John Gillespie Magee, Jr Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbl…
“We are an instrument gifted with many strings, but usually we die without all of them being plucked. This way, we’ll never know what music we were saving. We missed the love, the fri…
Your face will occasion the spaces wherever I delay – prosaic places: the sofa, the hall, the breakfast table when slow new sun ascends in palette of light against dark, you are with me observing t…
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While visiting the Mars colony, the crew of Emergency Spaceship EM 88 helps to rescue miners trapped by an earthquake and discovers some unusual inhabitants...
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Fredericksburg, VA. Photo by Eduardo Montes-Bradley, 2015. Eduardo Montes-Bradley / CC BY-SA (
Here is the poem that we celebrate every year as October 31st approaches, even though it actually takes place in December — “Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December.R…
Warner Bros. Pictures.
Some prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow But others say we’ve got a week or two The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror And you sit wondering What you’re gonna do. I got it. Com…
