This week’s song is David Bowie’s You Feel So Lonely You Could Die. I hope you enjoy it 🙂 Continue reading The Sunday Song – You Feel So Lonely You Could Die by David Bowie
This week’s short story is Mike Russell’s Flock. I hope you enjoy it! Flock is just one of eight stories in the collection Strange Medicine. Flock Anthony Tobias Bradshaw sits, as usual, on the 7:00 a.m. train, on his way to work. Dressed in his black raincoat, pin-striped suit, white shirt, black tie … Continue reading Short Story Saturday: Flock by Mike Russell
I recently reviewed Jason Graff’s excellent book, In the Service of The Boyar. Now, Jason has kindly agreed to give a signed copy of the book to two lucky Examining the Odd readers! Continue reading Giveaway! In the Service of The Boyar by Jason Graff
HILAIRE BELLOC THE SOUTH COUNTRY When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My work is left behind; And the great hills of the South Country Come back into my mind. The great hills of the South Country They stand along the sea; … Continue reading The Monday Poem – The South Country by Hilaire Belloc
In this fantasy romance for all ages, a boy catches a glimpse of Fifika, as he flees with his family from danger, traveling with his clan with haste to the lands of the boyar, a mysterious benefactor. Smitten, the boy becomes her playmate there in the Carpathians where the boyar resides and whose hillsides are … Continue reading Review: In the Service of The Boyar by Jason Graff
This week’s poem is David Gascoyne’s Salvador Dali. I hope it inspires you! Continue reading The Monday Poem: Salvador Dalí by David Gascoyne
Here is another of my funny little doodles! Continue reading Doodle Tuesday
This week’s poem is There was in cranes. I hope you enjoy it! There was in cranes. by Jay Snelling Cellophaned flowers. To look forward to it was an astonishing feeling of a high degree. Staging each one by hand. Directors of gardens, their relationship to the towering tempest in over 2000 plastic … Continue reading The Monday Poem – There was in cranes.