The analysis “compares Literary Revelations with post-2020 indie presses.” Literary Revelations comes out favorably. The report details why. Check it out at Gabriela’s Literary Revelations site.
WMM 2026 Day 13 — Bic Runga
Bic Runga on the 2010 Winery Tour, in New Zealand. Photo by Nick Chappell. The album that I’ve just made now, the goal was kind of to make a record that was imagining rock having never happened because it’s really sparse. There’s no distorted guitar. I love that sort of music but I don’t make…
WMM 2026 Day 12 — Francesca Caccini
Francesca Caccini Life would leave me before the desire to studyand the passion I have always brought to virtu… because this is worth more than any treasure or fame.— Francesca Caccini wikipedia:Francesca Caccini (b. 9/18/1587 – d. ~1646) was an Italian composer, singer, lutenist, poet, and music teacher of the early Baroque era. She was also known by the…
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Jim is looking for contenders for a new banner for Song Lyric Sunday. I put one together today and then set it on 3 different colored backdrops. Jim hasn’t been able to receive them via email, so I’m putting them in this post.
#FF — It’s Always Christmas
PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox It’s Always Christmas Vacationing in Mexico, I enter an American-style cafe to escape the heat and get a good old-fashioned hamburger. Cool air soothes my sunburn as la antifriona walks me to a cozy nook in the back. I study the décor while waiting for el mesero. Although July, it’s…
WMM 2026 Day 11 — Ruth Crawford Seeger (1901-53)
Ruth Crawford Seeger (link takes you to a decent article with other pictures of her.)Images courtesy of Peggy Seeger. Ruth Crawford Seeger (nee Ruth Porter Crawford) (b. 7/3/1901 – 11/18/1953) was an American composer and musicologist. Her music heralded the emerging modernist aesthetic, and she became a central member of a group of American composers known as the “ultramodernists.” She…
dVerse — Poetics Tuesday — The Worm Turns
The Turning Of The Worm,Painting by Christian Michael The Worm Turns Plot points on a small map, where I travel no furtherthan scattershot; wet in settler’s muck where I wiggle, human worm, blind, underground, catalyzing compost. Churning waste to sleepy dreamer’s gold, I rise, emerge,shadow from shadows, with an urge to breathe; sniff frightened, decaying…
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