Or so I have to assume. It has to be exhausting lifting buses, racing trains, leaping tall buildings in a single bound. I mean, the paperwork alone has to be taxing on the brain after all of the bad guys capturing. I’m in no way comparing myself to a superhero, far from it. I don’t … Continue reading Even Superheroes Get Tired
Poe-tic DeathIt is your greatest horror mystery of all time.You didn’t write it. One-hundred-seventy-fiveyears and still unsolved. Dupin would bowat his defeat. Many have done the same. You, found in the street, confused, rambling.Drunk? Delirious with illness? Your clothes were not your own usual dapper contour,white cravat exchanged for rags ill fitting for your grand … Continue reading Commemorating Poes Death 175 Years Later
At any point in the year, if you were to ask me if I am busy I would most likely say I have a million things to do. That might be a bit of an exaggeration, but I always have multiple projects going. Some are just part of home ownership, but most are self-imposed. Today, … Continue reading Pumped for Pumpkins
Today, I participated in my first book fair (Hocking Hills Book Fair in Nelsonville, Ohio) promoting my book of poetry, Resurrecting Onions. I had high hopes for the whole event in general, but was cautiously optimistic about my own success. Cautiously was very prophetic. The Appalachian Literary and Storytelling Festival was going on at the … Continue reading Book (Un)Fair
For years I have been called the male Martha Stewart. A lot has evolved over those years and now I’m pretty much just a guy who starts a lot of projects (few of which I complete). First and foremost, I’m a husband and grandfather keeping busy with the daily domesticity of that. Beyond that, I … Continue reading Why Blog?
The Renaissance Maniac 