How to Survive Surviving a Crisis

Poet and professor Orchid Tierney has organized a virtual reading series called Distāntia. She calls it “an experimentation with intimate social distancing through remote access poetry.”

My poem is about the value that people who are often forgotten bring to a crisis. The wisdom of survival doesn’t always wear a three piece suit. Sometimes it wears a Chewbacca onesie and hides out in its blanket fort, thank you very much.

The Return of Moddy Sarah

I’m not so much an actor, but I will always pretend to be one for D.J. Sylvis . Everything they write makes my heart sing, so when they offered me a chance to revisit a character I voiced in season one of Moonbase Theta, Out, I hopped in. This bonus episode was a joy to record. I won’t give any spoilers, but oh – my heart-parts.

Congratulations to Augur Mag!

This poem was written to celebrate Augur Magazine reaching their 200th backer on their Kickstarter. Yay! If you’d like to back them, click here. Even if you can’t, please share the Kickstarter wherever you can. And no matter what, enjoy this promised poem about space cake.

Happy Birthday to Me
by H. E. Casson

Dear mom,
From here in space
I think of you
While eating cake

Another thought
It made me stop

Is that I’ll never lick the blades

You know –
From when you beat the eggs
And sugar
Flour, butter, cream
And then you’d scream
“Turn that thing off
And get this treat!”

(There always was a thing –
A TV
Game
Computer screen)

Off it’d go
And you would show me 
How to lick 
Between the blades
Until we’d made
A mess of us

I’ll tell you

Cake in outer space
Is soft and moist
To keep its shape
It floats and clings
The crew all sings
From pouches
Happy birthday squeezed

And I am seized
By memories of you
And how I’ll never lick the blades
Created by a cake you’ve made

I traded cake for
Outer space

And outer space is bigger than
The memories we make

Than the smell of chocolate cake

I ate a thin girl for breakfast today

by H. E. Casson

I ate a thin girl for breakfast today
I heard her bones crackle as they gave way
I watched my belly grow in size
I saw the fat distending my thighs
She tasted like two-day-old gristly chicken
I thought, as my arms touched my sides as they thickened

I ate a skinny girl for lunch
I heard her crunch

I ate a slender girl for dinner
She didn’t even flinch
She swallowed the air until she was thinner
Counted every inch

I ate a thin girl for breakfast today
(I used to be like you, I grinned)
In keeping my promise
I fed her a steak
Then carefully shovelled her in

I ate a thin girl last night as a snack
I was a thin girl and I’m not going back

Published in the Meat issue of (Ex)cite magazine in Winter, 2001.
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Happy Xmas (War is Over)

Back in the day I used to do random vocals for what I call drug store CDs. This one is still a sentimental favourite of mine, with apologies to both Lennon and Ono. Recorded by the group K2Groove for Somerset Entertainment.