Randall Perry 🍁

Take all mah munny. It grows on that there tree!

Sounds legit to me. Let me call my authors Milka Magnesia and Preparayshun Aytch and maybe they'd like to get in on the fun.

Yesterday was colour check day for a little side project of mine. I'm publishing a chapbook of a sort-of-old short story to use as a test run for a micropublishing project I'm looking at starting up. This will be available when I read at November's Drunk Fiction event in Toronto.

A witchy story for spooky season.

Well, maybe she got tired of the red and thought she'd try out being a bottle blonde farm girl for a few volumes.

One of my faves from the "Let's Republish the Classics!" file.

Or some kind of semi-realistic illustration with a scribble font overlay. Or dispense with the realism and just use blobs of colour and use a white crayon font on the cheeky title "Oh F*ck My Life: Why I'm Sooooo Sad Even Though I'm Like Totally Rich!"

That kind of artistic élan is hard to find in the industry these days — small presses have more skin in the game when it comes to playing with covers, but commercial presses tend to stay in the middle lane and focus on what's going to sell, not what's going to grab your eyeballs.

It's a good start to your training as a soccer hooligan for 2026.

It was a process for me. Started at age 17 in 1985 (came out to my prom date: easy) and ended at age 21 in 1988 (came out to my parents: difficult). I'm now 58.

Maybe they were in the Louvre.

Sure, Jan.

Hmm. I have some old gum somewhere that might not be fully reconciled with that word . . .

Post you from a different era. (SGK, your photo reminds me of someone I used to know when I was an undergrad in the 80s.)

I have already apologized to my credit card...

Less than a month away, this one. Rosanna will also be at @wordstocksudbury.bsky.social on Saturday, October 25, if you're in Sudbury, Ontario that weekend.

Oh, a shakedown. (Groundbreaking.)

Hope they have a fresh supply of Restylane in Athens. Can't let the Mar-a-lago face slip down.

St. Lawrence Writers' Festival swag. All the participants got a commemorative mug with their name highlighted! Great touch... here's to getting involved for 2026. 📚

Believe it... sainthood might be next.

Says he who has never wanted, never been without, and will never know hardship.

"Poetry is Queer" is both a Kirby gateway drug and a pharmacopoeia of afternoon delights and fabulous, verse-iferous bewitchery. A favourite.

Counting down to the inaugural St. Lawrence Writers' Festival in picturesque Brockville, Ontario. September 5 – 7 . . . just go, eh? It's going to be a blast. Tickets here: visit.brockvilletourism.com/checkout/104...

With a side of pee tape.

I went a few months ago to have lunch with a couple of writer friends and experienced the same. Given the bag search at the CN Tower and Rogers Stadium (along with the wanding and metal detecting), I guess we get off easy at the ROM for now.

Now listen to Devil Without a Cause 🤣

I looked in the dictionary, 'cause it's what I do, to confirm the correct spelling of conservative in this context is a-s-s-h-o-l-e.

Sure, Donny. Off you go with that.

I think these go under the General Bullshittery heading along with "billionaires are the true victims" etc.

Gold standard for hardship, that one.