Apropos

Jejune Jousting is Book 6 in the Apropos: Epic Poetry series. As with its predecessors it was crafted with freshly-harvested daily 'words-of-the day' generously supplied by several online dictionaries. These crack-of-dawn pomodoro poems of June 2020 were written in a quixotic quest to beat the blues brought on by a chaotic year. I scribble , dribble and doodle. I sculpt in clay for bronzing; paint anything under the sun; write children's stories and illustrate them. I read a lot. When I'm not in the studio covered in paint; working on a new picture story; doodling cartoons, or reading; I reluctantly go to the gym. (In the basement, now!) Or travel to far-off places. (BC) I once lived in a rainforest. Once upon a time I worked as an engineer on secret projects. And also underground in a gold mine. I have a lot of Neanderthal DNA. Relatively speaking. I can wiggle my ears. I have two cats.

An August Presence is Book 8 in the Apropos: Epic Poetry series. For many it was a pandemic month of bluster, bragging, braying, and boasting in the political arena, spiced with dire warnings about climate change. We isolated, adjusted our masks, and worried. Words of the Day to the rescue! Harvested at the crack of dawn from online dictionaries, they jumped to the task of taking our minds elsewhere. I scribble , dribble and doodle. I sculpt in clay for bronzing; paint anything under the sun; write children's stories and illustrate them. I read a lot. When I'm not in the studio covered in paint; working on a new picture story; doodling cartoons, or reading; I reluctantly go to the gym. (In the basement, now!) Or travel to far-off places. (BC) I once lived in a rainforest. Once upon a time I worked as an engineer on secret projects. And also underground in a gold mine. I have a lot of Neanderthal DNA. Relatively speaking. I can wiggle my ears. I have two cats.

Sober Now is the eleventh bundle in the Apropos: Epic Poetry series. Have we been sobered by the almost one and a half million dead? Certainly, the sting will be in the tail. Still, some escape can be found from our daily doomscrolling by nurturing freshly harvested online words-of-the-day for poems. Imagination is built on memory. A writerly habit is built, word by word, creative within constraints. Before you know it, an entire bundle of memories arises from the ashes, like a Phoenix. No, not like a zombie. Geez. I scribble , dribble and doodle. I sculpt in clay for bronzing; paint anything under the sun; write children's stories and illustrate them. I read a lot. When I'm not in the studio covered in paint; working on a new picture story; doodling cartoons, or reading; I reluctantly go to the gym. (In the basement, now!) Or travel to far-off places. (BC) I once lived in a rainforest. Once upon a time I worked as an engineer on secret projects. And also underground in a gold mine. I have a lot of Neanderthal DNA. Relatively speaking. I can wiggle my ears. I have two cats.