Well, this is phenomenally bad timing, but just in time for the holiday season I regret to announce that we have sold out of the Krampus chapbooks! I have had to refund Paypal payments. Will there be a second print run? Yes, if we can figure out a better way to do it. I want…
Category: poetry
When Little Joe the Krampus Met
Hop on over to Radio Wombat for the latest podcast, “When Little Joe the Krampus Met” which is also available in a quieter version as a chapbook if you prefer. Perfect for holiday gifts, unless you want to go totally BISON for the season (and who doesn’t?). It’s barely registered with me that it’s December…
Hey, It’s Snowing!
It’s snowing right now — big old flakes. I forget it’s November already. This semester has been crazier and more disorienting than usual. In our department meeting yesterday (a disorienting experience itself) I suddenly found myself unable to remember what month it was. At least I knew it was Monday. Let’s hope the snow doesn’t…
Publication: The Princess and Her Pig
On line now at New Fairy Tales magazine, you will find my poem “The princess and her pig” with a cute illustration and a picture of the real princess, Sophie with her pig. The magazine is chock full of gorgeous illustrations and wonderful stories and poems. Enjoy! (If you do enjoy it, please consider giving…
Devil’s Night (almost!)
Two things: on Thursday, the actual Devil’s Night, we’ll be taking part in a reading on campus sponsored by Sigma Tau Delta. Many spooky stories and poems will be featured as well as costumes and general spookiness. If you’re in the neighborhood drop by Standish Room 1 in the Student Activity Center around 7pm. Also,…
Podcast: Devil’s Night
Hop on over to Radio Wombat for the latest podcast, “Devil’s Night” — a little Halloween-themed poetry.
Overwhelmed by Stress on a Friday Afternoon
The best medicine: a little whimsy from the divine Edward Lear. There was a Young Lady whose bonnet Came untied when the birds sat upon it; But she said, “I don’t care! All the birds in the air Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!” There was an Old Man of Whitehaven, Who danced a…