The following are downtown shop windows with scenes of Floyd reflected in them. 1. New Mountain Mercantile 2. Oddfellas Cantina 3. Bell Gallery 4. Farmers Supply 5. Floyd Barber Shop 6. Blue Ridge Muse Post notes: More on reflections HERE.
There were seven us, all authors, on a Dickens of a night. We were invited by our local independent bookstore, noteBooks, to sign books as part of the evening festivities, which included late night shopping, Christmas caroling, musical acts, and visits with Santa. I wore my leather Victorian lace-up granny boots, a long black skirt, […]
I spent a recent morning writing the following poem, which started when I realized that cheery and cherry are almost the same word and are fun said together. But now all I can think about is, ‘what is my writer’s group going to think when I bring THIS as my latest work to be work […]
1. My hands slipped while writing an email to my blog friend and fellow poet, Pris, and I called her Prism, which I think is appropriate seeing as how she sees the world through a poet’s eye. 2. Once I pointed out to a friend that by adding a G to her last name “Robinson” […]
1. The Omen 2. The Birthday 3. The Pace of Life. Click HERE to watch how fast it spins. For more commentary on the photos click on the comments.
AKA: Computers aren’t the only things with hard drives that crash. My blog is the driving force behind my writing. It’s the place where everything starts, the day to day marriage between my love of the written word and my love of record keeping. If my published writing was a theatre film, my blog would […]
The following was published in The Floyd Press on December 6, 2007. Roberta Flack meets Bob Marley, that’s how I first described the music of Emily Brass when she was lead singer for the popular Floyd-based band, Foundation Stone. Back then I considered Foundation Stone to be a hometown “house band.” They regularly played at […]
My feet is my only carriage, so I’ve got to push on through. ~ Bob Marley The following is a Sunday Scribblings prompt, scribbled in my notebook while sitting on the porch soaking up the last of the yesterday’s sun. My hand is walking across the page. It gets more exercise than my legs these […]
