tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59027033662904631532024-03-17T22:02:52.160-05:00Lo Specchio e La SpugnaThe only blog free from Masonic influences and nefarious gyres!Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.comBlogger778125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-29047444437361506652024-03-17T10:20:00.004-05:002024-03-17T10:20:43.758-05:00A Cocktale for St. Patrick's<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4LPLZvr3cHIH7eGZ7ESHdeFKL5SIaUHNixCcE6P52hdiN-Q_fO28p3JvHpAAPFXU6vUW-Cy5KmcPrxOYVBHe3B9CZYg-vBIHz_KCRGP8VC_QC1EJ7KYYr9IwvJs6A80obH66EL9i5M2kX9OuF9p0rCWKhEuLu4XHIocNov98KWo8lnNQatQtF1BeyRoMo" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="510" data-original-width="681" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg4LPLZvr3cHIH7eGZ7ESHdeFKL5SIaUHNixCcE6P52hdiN-Q_fO28p3JvHpAAPFXU6vUW-Cy5KmcPrxOYVBHe3B9CZYg-vBIHz_KCRGP8VC_QC1EJ7KYYr9IwvJs6A80obH66EL9i5M2kX9OuF9p0rCWKhEuLu4XHIocNov98KWo8lnNQatQtF1BeyRoMo" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pictured: not me</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p>Howdy and happy March. Blessed tidings for the Hibernians amongst you as well. Here's a story I published in Dead Booze, called <a href="https://dearbooze.com/cocktales/f/plumped-into-the-reeking-chest">Plumped Into the Reeking Chest</a>. Might not be safe for lunch, but cheers anyway!</p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-77305572058111495112024-03-03T18:16:00.002-05:002024-03-03T18:16:14.879-05:00Strolling Down Aether Avenue<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIZGGuongYyhu_Sid5UsMphrkVXomDSqD2bN4IzGm8arT0ZpmUHUH80xAIITjsAfiYe8OT09AlJwXwMbQkFDnYBEh406LLVLJb3sPN2NtFF8OnrHC6j9sYLtZGfF-zK6pf8WQFtZ9m_N7nnH2xz0ZwPKQ4o3Hzr7z12IUyhb77XftXNZV3oB7tTeyiW7Wy" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgIZGGuongYyhu_Sid5UsMphrkVXomDSqD2bN4IzGm8arT0ZpmUHUH80xAIITjsAfiYe8OT09AlJwXwMbQkFDnYBEh406LLVLJb3sPN2NtFF8OnrHC6j9sYLtZGfF-zK6pf8WQFtZ9m_N7nnH2xz0ZwPKQ4o3Hzr7z12IUyhb77XftXNZV3oB7tTeyiW7Wy" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Hello, hello. Happy greetings from March. Two poems of mine were published in Aether Avenue. One is about <a href="https://www.aetheravenuepress.com/post/cosmopolis-weather">Desertification</a> and the other is based on <a href="https://www.aetheravenuepress.com/post/you-are-safest-in-this-car">my trips riding Amtrak from coast to coast</a>. </p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-54777885149380452062024-02-17T19:20:00.002-05:002024-02-17T19:20:31.346-05:00On Comedy, Transportation, and Sundays<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c3/%D8%A7%D8%AC%D8%B1%D8%A7%DB%8C_%DA%A9%D9%84%D9%88%D9%86_(%D8%A8%D8%AF%D8%A7%D9%87%D9%87)_%D8%B7%D8%B1%D8%A7%D8%AD%DB%8C_%D8%B4%D8%AF%D9%87_%D8%AA%D9%88%D8%B3%D8%B7_%DB%8C%DA%A9_%DA%AF%D8%B1%D9%88%D9%87_%D8%AA%D8%A6%D8%A7%D8%AA%D8%B1_-_%D8%A7%DB%8C%D8%B1%D8%A7%D9%86_06.jpg/640px-%D8%A7%D8%AC%D8%B1%D8%A7%DB%8C_%DA%A9%D9%84%D9%88%D9%86_(%D8%A8%D8%AF%D8%A7%D9%87%D9%87)_%D8%B7%D8%B1%D8%A7%D8%AD%DB%8C_%D8%B4%D8%AF%D9%87_%D8%AA%D9%88%D8%B3%D8%B7_%DB%8C%DA%A9_%DA%AF%D8%B1%D9%88%D9%87_%D8%AA%D8%A6%D8%A7%D8%AA%D8%B1_-_%D8%A7%DB%8C%D8%B1%D8%A7%D9%86_06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="427" data-original-width="640" height="267" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/c/c3/%D8%A7%D8%AC%D8%B1%D8%A7%DB%8C_%DA%A9%D9%84%D9%88%D9%86_(%D8%A8%D8%AF%D8%A7%D9%87%D9%87)_%D8%B7%D8%B1%D8%A7%D8%AD%DB%8C_%D8%B4%D8%AF%D9%87_%D8%AA%D9%88%D8%B3%D8%B7_%DB%8C%DA%A9_%DA%AF%D8%B1%D9%88%D9%87_%D8%AA%D8%A6%D8%A7%D8%AA%D8%B1_-_%D8%A7%DB%8C%D8%B1%D8%A7%D9%86_06.jpg/640px-%D8%A7%D8%AC%D8%B1%D8%A7%DB%8C_%DA%A9%D9%84%D9%88%D9%86_(%D8%A8%D8%AF%D8%A7%D9%87%D9%87)_%D8%B7%D8%B1%D8%A7%D8%AD%DB%8C_%D8%B4%D8%AF%D9%87_%D8%AA%D9%88%D8%B3%D8%B7_%DB%8C%DA%A9_%DA%AF%D8%B1%D9%88%D9%87_%D8%AA%D8%A6%D8%A7%D8%AA%D8%B1_-_%D8%A7%DB%8C%D8%B1%D8%A7%D9%86_06.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>A brutally honest reply to an invitation to watch a friend's sketch show. Completely hypothetical. Thanks to <a href="https://www.disturbtheuniversemagazine.com/2024/02/metropolitan-comedy-club-by-ben.html">Disturb the Universe</a>. </p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-55398495296005180842024-02-11T20:39:00.003-05:002024-02-11T20:39:39.286-05:00Le Mot Juste (Literary)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e7/Didcot_power_station_cooling_tower_zootalures.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="485" data-original-width="800" height="194" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/e/e7/Didcot_power_station_cooling_tower_zootalures.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Juste Literary put out two of my poems into the world: <a href="https://justeliterary.com.ng/the-great-displacement-and-lol-bot-is-serious-by-ben-nardolilli/">The Great Displacement and LOL Bot Is Seriou</a>s<p></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-19274416020060410752024-01-23T17:19:00.001-05:002024-01-23T17:19:17.003-05:00Tandem Waltzes and Breakdowns<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/04/Velvet-antler.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="546" height="400" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/0/04/Velvet-antler.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><p><a href="https://www.dorianwinter.com/antlervelvetinfo">Antler Velvet </a>published my first accepted poem of 2024. Turn to <a href="https://online.fliphtml5.com/drwga/onfo/#p=46">page 46 of the latest issue</a> to read it.</p><p></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-9802437188056500982024-01-15T18:34:00.000-05:002024-01-15T18:34:09.459-05:00The Candid Review<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLQv2NmRa-0QLLG8SQAlnQGbdz6tQuVzsU3RzJ8f88ejZiwt5mZFzDUEgcfqJ9H81ziaJfRld2wiRmdJ-0KiUNwl5nkAu2Fc4mBbc-Q3p_thUP0TkCSk5Fr8byA1E_ykEnE2d9AAYOVJ5ewQio0KTqwWU3uXwSOtjwo38G-AwcuElfkqbhI4s9EjYywMKD" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1016" data-original-width="800" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLQv2NmRa-0QLLG8SQAlnQGbdz6tQuVzsU3RzJ8f88ejZiwt5mZFzDUEgcfqJ9H81ziaJfRld2wiRmdJ-0KiUNwl5nkAu2Fc4mBbc-Q3p_thUP0TkCSk5Fr8byA1E_ykEnE2d9AAYOVJ5ewQio0KTqwWU3uXwSOtjwo38G-AwcuElfkqbhI4s9EjYywMKD=w315-h400" width="315" /></a></div><p><br /></p>It's <a href="https://thecandidreview.org/processing-error/">THE Candid Review</a>. Not A Candid Review of my work. It's just (TWO) poems. The first is called Processing Error. When you see it DO NOT PANIC. Everything has downloaded correctly. The second is called Alimentary Affinities, hence the picture above.<p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-26846664576979601662023-12-30T21:32:00.002-05:002023-12-30T21:32:16.257-05:00Enjoy a Literary Cocktail<p><a href="https://www.literarycocktailmagazine.com/issues">By turning to page 24</a> of <a href="https://www.literarycocktailmagazine.com/" target="_blank">Literary Cocktail Magazine</a>. Looks like they put a peacock on the cover because of me.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-68185964731282115032023-12-28T15:59:00.005-05:002023-12-28T15:59:47.713-05:00Chew on This<p> </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgM0AgXWOdq4jl9y07HbrOkK_DBurCGlVxymGqRUegE14bC04TK255Qpp23Kh_href3w4yeBVvbMHwDyjoPFlIdyt_EOfvE0vfW_zTzB2hfGtKfPS3BE7qnkEde7h7y4Xrx36K9__Og_D0j50-UvlC3wXupYoi1yq6RSRQ6XO29kvAiqW4rWmpHAxl-60pY" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="501" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgM0AgXWOdq4jl9y07HbrOkK_DBurCGlVxymGqRUegE14bC04TK255Qpp23Kh_href3w4yeBVvbMHwDyjoPFlIdyt_EOfvE0vfW_zTzB2hfGtKfPS3BE7qnkEde7h7y4Xrx36K9__Og_D0j50-UvlC3wXupYoi1yq6RSRQ6XO29kvAiqW4rWmpHAxl-60pY=w400-h400" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>It's a poem at <a href="https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2023/12/27/the-earth-is-not-yet-a-cold-dead-place-by-ben-nardolilli/" target="_blank">Chewers and Masticadore</a>s about the planet earth. Kinda.</p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-59472426030340516232023-12-26T22:52:00.005-05:002023-12-26T22:52:45.464-05:00Arts by Ben, for the People<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxFq97f_-TJu03J5yICMltowTyvw_cUGoLA-St1GTVrL_YSfEja98ugU9K7llxXaS9Dm2pycp0aujvjiTgeyC6RwwNdyWUqxTvbL8uluS8JMFvSNP1vPGKfOzwSFJWryb5RiwnH87Qmtn62TtFfhTy_Rj2RctSj7KkKdzMIKkWhSHABZySFFOUNyf3CveE" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="500" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxFq97f_-TJu03J5yICMltowTyvw_cUGoLA-St1GTVrL_YSfEja98ugU9K7llxXaS9Dm2pycp0aujvjiTgeyC6RwwNdyWUqxTvbL8uluS8JMFvSNP1vPGKfOzwSFJWryb5RiwnH87Qmtn62TtFfhTy_Rj2RctSj7KkKdzMIKkWhSHABZySFFOUNyf3CveE" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p>The Platform Review, put out by Arts by the People, published a poem of mine "<a href="https://www.artsbythepeople.org/platform-review-home/2023/9/1/ben-nardolilli">Big Apple Showtimes</a>." Maybe I posted it before? Well, it might be new for you.<p></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-40570304283542065692023-12-22T12:29:00.002-05:002023-12-22T12:29:20.060-05:00Beginning of a Romance?<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/7a/John_Everett_Millais_-_The_Blind_Girl%2C_1854-56.jpg/800px-John_Everett_Millais_-_The_Blind_Girl%2C_1854-56.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="551" height="400" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/7a/John_Everett_Millais_-_The_Blind_Girl%2C_1854-56.jpg/800px-John_Everett_Millais_-_The_Blind_Girl%2C_1854-56.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>the engine(idling has published a poem of mine called <a href="https://www.engineidling.net/issue1/#end-romance">End of the Romance</a> in their first issue, "Wild Abandon" </p><p><br /></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-4701149980608277132023-12-15T19:47:00.004-05:002023-12-15T19:47:26.992-05:00Do Geese See God?<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/51/God_AKA_Mark_McEwen.webp/800px-God_AKA_Mark_McEwen.webp.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/5/51/God_AKA_Mark_McEwen.webp/800px-God_AKA_Mark_McEwen.webp.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Pull a finger, any finger"</td></tr></tbody></table></p><p>Howdy everyone. My short story, <a href="https://dogeeseseegodmag.wixsite.com/dogeeseseegodmag/the-odor-of-sanctity">The Odor of Sanctity</a> is up at <a href="https://dogeeseseegodmag.wixsite.com/dogeeseseegodmag">D</a><a href="https://dogeeseseegodmag.wixsite.com/dogeeseseegodmag">o Geese See God</a>. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-86642737329154660782023-12-11T22:17:00.003-05:002023-12-11T22:17:31.331-05:00I Wrote This Poem While Attending AWP In Philadelphia in 2022<p> <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_USTOKpnI04_lDOoEFIB56AjHGms6L5X4z6G3XCwViPzSQJ8092f2I3u0waBTEIWs4eHNvjruqmOKAiPNPd9kOJPUaqlcfGqeNQ5bY9IYb6KSWs43zuWziari3UNJwyJtLTpBon8SeGf83YzO14P1zrxppyv9z74f3mvIwI0vc_aSnyX_gycuRGsbYjmK" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img data-original-height="1300" data-original-width="867" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg_USTOKpnI04_lDOoEFIB56AjHGms6L5X4z6G3XCwViPzSQJ8092f2I3u0waBTEIWs4eHNvjruqmOKAiPNPd9kOJPUaqlcfGqeNQ5bY9IYb6KSWs43zuWziari3UNJwyJtLTpBon8SeGf83YzO14P1zrxppyv9z74f3mvIwI0vc_aSnyX_gycuRGsbYjmK=w267-h400" width="267" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo by cottonbro studio on Pexels.com</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></p><p>Thanks to <a href="https://chewersmasticadores.wordpress.com/2023/11/27/916-winter-street-by-ben-nardolilli/" target="_blank">Nolcha Fox</a> for publishing it.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-8885867704226121212023-12-10T18:45:00.003-05:002023-12-10T18:45:58.864-05:00Eat a Peach with Me<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/61/Peaches_in_baskets.jpg/1280px-Peaches_in_baskets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="576" data-original-width="800" height="288" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/61/Peaches_in_baskets.jpg/1280px-Peaches_in_baskets.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Over at Disturb the Universe with my poem "<a href="https://www.disturbtheuniversemagazine.com/2023/11/my-majority-by-ben-nardolilli.html">My Majority</a>"</p><p><br /></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-25495336655283197612023-12-05T21:16:00.001-05:002023-12-05T21:16:11.722-05:00Truth, Beauty and Imagination<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/87/'Motif_Romanesque'_by_Maurice_Denis%2C_1890%2C_LACMA.JPG/1024px-'Motif_Romanesque'_by_Maurice_Denis%2C_1890%2C_LACMA.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="653" data-original-width="800" height="327" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/87/'Motif_Romanesque'_by_Maurice_Denis%2C_1890%2C_LACMA.JPG/1024px-'Motif_Romanesque'_by_Maurice_Denis%2C_1890%2C_LACMA.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>A venue based out of Bangladesh with this name published a poem of mine called <a href="https://atiquemr9.blogspot.com/2023/11/motif-romanesque.html?sc=1701828579081#c4039763713975241423">Motif Romanesque</a>. It was influence by the painting of a similar name, done by the artist <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Denis">Maurice Denis</a>. Denis was part of a late 19th - early 20th century art movement called <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Les_Nabis">Les Nabis</a>. In case the names haven't given it away yet, they were French. The name was derived from a Hebrew word for prophets. They saw themselves as a rejuvenating force in art.</p><p><br /></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-12877888102140773172023-12-04T20:40:00.000-05:002023-12-04T20:40:04.208-05:00Who's that writin'? Ben the (Literary) Revelator<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDp70dHvxCj62uEV76S0o3KuXE45ELdxmLD-nFjZAa9hgOq-81Vc6r-C6DmnP5h8ltpOsGF-kDupq_XLyqiRLBl4c_GWplQzmz6qAqcN1B6qKJIFCNDNGsW4yLKL3oTt3r4eBln7f8TEmBkA525w_FI3ML8KC8tx77JdClhe8YiNGQZyOX4QeJS04kxyqR/s152/Screenshot%202023-12-04%20ff.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="152" data-original-width="123" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDp70dHvxCj62uEV76S0o3KuXE45ELdxmLD-nFjZAa9hgOq-81Vc6r-C6DmnP5h8ltpOsGF-kDupq_XLyqiRLBl4c_GWplQzmz6qAqcN1B6qKJIFCNDNGsW4yLKL3oTt3r4eBln7f8TEmBkA525w_FI3ML8KC8tx77JdClhe8YiNGQZyOX4QeJS04kxyqR/w324-h400/Screenshot%202023-12-04%20ff.png" width="324" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><a href="https://literaryrevelations.com/2023/12/01/poems-by-ben-nardolilli/">Literary Revelations</a> has published two poems by me. They're under the giant portrait (taken by Christine Stoddard). If you can manage to look away from my visage, there's verse awaiting you on the bottom (don't attempt this with me in real life).</p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-48566298140251202652023-12-03T07:59:00.001-05:002023-12-03T07:59:19.055-05:00Sandal Licking Good<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f8/Changbai_shan_2009.JPG/1280px-Changbai_shan_2009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/f8/Changbai_shan_2009.JPG/1280px-Changbai_shan_2009.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><p> “Malu”(마루) means the tops of the mountains and/or the tips of the waves in pure Korean. Do with that what you will. But first, read my poem <a href="https://www.themaluzine.com/post/sandal-licking">Sandal Licking</a> in the <a href="https://www.themaluzine.com/issue-05" target="_blank">Malu Zine</a></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-70121722831183407352023-11-27T18:13:00.004-05:002023-11-27T18:13:35.014-05:00Dead and Alive Again<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpv3X5ma4vYoZfatS02Eypg4Y_FihwtRexRN8FPiMqJzHCXrIlayclbF7pCfM-u_37ssDSvaNmwdLYXg-68OD3n_sZkKfNAcYxfEK3c6Uw-qMG6s3WniRC_0e_snefPT5zuNvVqDEdiBtkOv8OifWAfik5g8R1QozISH9Q34_b_4s8r0dvx0jyDAtqlSfB/s733/Screenshot%202023-11-27%20180321.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="406" data-original-width="733" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpv3X5ma4vYoZfatS02Eypg4Y_FihwtRexRN8FPiMqJzHCXrIlayclbF7pCfM-u_37ssDSvaNmwdLYXg-68OD3n_sZkKfNAcYxfEK3c6Uw-qMG6s3WniRC_0e_snefPT5zuNvVqDEdiBtkOv8OifWAfik5g8R1QozISH9Q34_b_4s8r0dvx0jyDAtqlSfB/w400-h221/Screenshot%202023-11-27%20180321.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>To read the rest, go to the <a href="https://www.calameo.com/read/00744312882662db7d11f">Seraphic Review</a> </p><p><br /></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-28526339707162237302023-11-13T18:57:00.000-05:002023-11-13T18:57:09.403-05:00A Short Story About Eyewear <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b5/Max_stirner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="237" data-original-width="200" height="237" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b5/Max_stirner.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>Hey all, Rundelania has put up a short story of mine "<a href="https://rundelania.com/blended-bifocal/">Blended Bifocal</a>." Read about the excavation of a gas pipe gone wrong (NSFW?) <p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-2277350265855548712023-11-11T06:51:00.002-05:002023-11-11T06:51:15.878-05:00Therapy Session<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e1/Hall_Freud_Jung_in_front_of_Clark_1909.jpg/1024px-Hall_Freud_Jung_in_front_of_Clark_1909.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="800" height="319" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e1/Hall_Freud_Jung_in_front_of_Clark_1909.jpg/1024px-Hall_Freud_Jung_in_front_of_Clark_1909.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>My poem <a href="https://urticalitblog.blogspot.com/2023/11/therapy-session-by-ben-nardolilli.html">Therapy Session</a> is up at Urtica Blog. Just a little verse to start your weekend.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-38229834026626156342023-11-09T17:19:00.002-05:002023-11-09T17:19:19.078-05:00Modest Jabberings<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/2d/Tree_Climbing_Porcupines.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/2d/Tree_Climbing_Porcupines.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p><br /></p>The <a href="https://thrivingwritersmag.com/the-porcupine-dilemma/">Porcupine Dilemma</a>, a poem of mine, is up at Thriving Writers. Enjoy this Schopenhauerian verse. <p></p><p><br /></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-24436050733751425202023-10-30T20:37:00.001-05:002023-10-30T20:37:51.175-05:00Gather Round, Children for a Story<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/36/Bronzelettern_Sanssouci.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/3/36/Bronzelettern_Sanssouci.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pictured: namesake</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Maybe not children. This story gets a little blue. Thanks to The Bookends Review for publishing <a href="https://thebookendsreview.com/2023/10/23/a-morning-heresy/">A Morning Hersey</a>. <br /><p><br /></p></div>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-69890736904982972832023-10-23T21:32:00.000-05:002023-10-23T21:32:52.935-05:00LIFE, BLOODY LIFE<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a1/Paloma_at_Mitote_Food_Park_-_September_2023_-_Sarah_Stierch.jpg/800px-Paloma_at_Mitote_Food_Park_-_September_2023_-_Sarah_Stierch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/a/a1/Paloma_at_Mitote_Food_Park_-_September_2023_-_Sarah_Stierch.jpg/800px-Paloma_at_Mitote_Food_Park_-_September_2023_-_Sarah_Stierch.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p></p><p>Maybe my first time in a Substack? <a href="https://palomamag.substack.com/p/002-life-bloody-life">Paloma Magazine</a> has two of my poems in the aforementioned named issue. Read "Preselling Out " and "Line Go Down," for personal takes on what the economy makes.</p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-72370769484885729252023-10-20T22:37:00.004-05:002023-10-20T22:37:35.531-05:00Hey True Crime Fans<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a6/Bellingham_Pamphlet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="800" height="334" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/a6/Bellingham_Pamphlet.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Hey true crime fans,<a href="https://darkentriesjournal.wixsite.com/home/post/poetry-by-ben-nardolilli"> here's a poem I wrote that Dark Entries Journal</a> liked! It is about the collection of various forms of detritus serial killers leave behind. Read it and consider the costs of celebrity culture and consumerism.</p><p><br /></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-56365020241271631632023-10-19T07:27:00.001-05:002023-10-19T07:27:18.162-05:00Washington Bridge Planh (Introducing Reuben St. Awesome)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/90/Gwb911.1.img.jpg/1280px-Gwb911.1.img.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="300" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/90/Gwb911.1.img.jpg/1280px-Gwb911.1.img.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Hello all, <a href="https://www.journalofexpressivewriting.com/">The Journal of Expressive Writing</a> has published a poem of mine under the title <a href="https://www.journalofexpressivewriting.com/post/washington-bridge-plan">Washington Bridge Plan</a>. However, it is supposed to be Planh, a reference to a lamentable genre of troubadour poetry. Anyway, the poem is told from the perspective of one Reuben St. Awesome, a character I've created. Reuben is a pop star currently on tour when the poem takes place. </p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5902703366290463153.post-89925566997477937322023-10-06T19:16:00.001-05:002023-10-06T19:16:10.295-05:00The September Episode<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/98/Month_of_September.jpg/640px-Month_of_September.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="288" data-original-width="640" height="180" src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/9/98/Month_of_September.jpg/640px-Month_of_September.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Thanks to Lindsay Duarte for publishing two poems of mine <a href="https://static1.squarespace.com/static/6500903ee6188118c9802431/t/651f6d3f65a1667e98a8bf52/1696558414558/Issue+one%3A+Genus">in the first issue of Literaria</a>. They are right at the end, the caboose to top it all off. One is about the end of September, and the other is about the end of the day. Maybe that's why they were placed there?</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Ben Nardolillihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06408864925980458815noreply@blogger.com0