Grateful to the Remington Review for publishing my poem and including me with the fine authors in the current issue.
This poem links Hemingway’s influence on my writing and his polydactyl cats. And it recalls the polydactyl cats my sister raised in upstate New York. I often wonder if she unknowingly adopted one of Hemingway’s family.
Grateful to Doubly Mad, a beautiful literature and art journal in upstate New York, for printing my short story, “Celebration.” After a night of drinking Curt learns Artie lost a wad of money and maybe his friendship along with it.
No sunrise this morning, just a dirty yellow glow, blood orange at the edges. Perpetual smoky twilight. Photos in the news hardly convey the ominous colors and the absence of sun.
Today is our second day at home in Northern California after our four-week road trip to Kansas, which included ten days of driving and one day on United Airlines. I always enjoy traveling, and despite the smoke I’m glad to be back.
Walking our dog Pearl this morning (carefully in the dimness), I saw my first Biden-Harris sign after all the Trump flags in Kansas and rural Colorado and Utah. We even spied a Trump banner flying from the back of a Werner semi on the interstate.
Michael Moore is right; Trump motivates his base. Anyone concerned about overt racism, rising fascism, immigration rights, the environment, free speech (the real free speech), minority rule, and economic equality should be worried. Stay healthy and don’t forget to vote.
Memories of my brother-in-law Doug along with images of the Cuyahoga River, which has since been restored, and wildfires that continue to threaten and destroy. Grateful to Trouvaille Review for publishing.