1. After an earthquake, a hurricane and a fall that fractured my arm, I’m kinda glad last week is over. 2. Two under-the-radar Floyd blogs with a focus on sustainability and simple living are HERE and HERE. 3. I like to round numbers up when it comes to time, unless, of course, it’s my birthday. [...]
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Archive for August, 2011
_______________ When the second shoe drops where the dirt was swept under in the childhood home that burned to ground will it make a sound? ________________ Will you hold your hands over your ears? Or hold your breath until someone listens? ________________ If the shoe doesn’t fit how long will you wear it before you [...]
I recently picked up an old dog-eared book from 1990 called Conscious Loving: The Journey to Co-Commitment because I needed some fresh insight on some challenging family dynamics. The book is just as good now as it was 20 years ago when Joe and I participated in a study group that was exploring its themes [...]
At William Walter’s performance at the Sun Music Hall Friday night, I learned about live looping and discovered I was able to dance pretty freely with one arm in a sling. Recovering from a fracture in my forearm, I wore the sling because the place was crowded and I didn’t want my arm to get [...]
The following was published in the summer issue of All About Her, a regional newspaper insert magazine. If you drive through Floyd County in late spring, you’ll notice family garden plots ready for planting. In the summer those same plots are filled with corn, tomatoes, beans and more. Although many Floyd Countians home garden, very [...]
1. If you forgive the fox for stealing your chickens, he will take your sheep. ~ Georgian Proverb 2. Sometimes we fall in love or fall for something because we are gullible. We fall out of grace or off the wagon. Other times we just fall. 3. Said to my husband Joe after 3 hours [...]
Welcome home. More Wordless Wednesday
_______________ I want poetry to be my mother to be something I can count on I want it to know its loving firmness and learn the difference between right and wrong _______________ I want poetry to be happy to be what it is confident poetry that shares what it knows and isn’t afraid to disagree [...]
Sunday Shadow Shot
These days I have to chase the sun further out into the yard to warm myself in the morning. There is barely a petal of purple left on my butterfly bush and my bare feet are covered with socks. I can’t tell the difference between cricket and grasshopper song, but I wonder when did they [...]
1. I wrote a long poem on yellow legal pad paper in my sleep last night. It felt like breaking new ground. Today, the only line I can remember is ‘you can’t make these things up.’ 2. At one point, while still dreaming, I recalled telling a writer friend the day before that the most [...]
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I look up words like a single woman reads want-ads looking for an eligible bachelor as though my poem were a lover looking for a partner and I was a matchmaker setting up a date ________________________ More dVerse poets HERE.
A Flower Bed A Handsome chair Needs a Coat of Pink Paint
First Day of School. You’ve heard of dancing your socks off? Post notes: The first shot was taken while covering local kindergarteners’ first day of school for the paper this week. The second was the result of dancing to The Kind at the Pine Tavern Saturday night. More Sunday Shadow Shots HERE.
~ The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on July 28, 2011 and on the paper’s online site HERE. Tucked behind the 4th green of Primland’s award-winning golf course and overlooking the Dan River gorge is the new Golden Eagle Tree House, which was dedicated during a weekend event that also included the opening [...]
1. I like the title of Steven Tyler’s new book Is the Noise in My Head Bothering You? 2. Considering that Tyler lives in the same small Massachusetts town as my sister when he’s not in L.A., right near where I grew up, and considering that I once stood as close as couple of yards [...]
Crepe-myrtle is summer’s answer to lilacs in the spring happy girls with red berry pom poms shaking in the breeze while ironweed purple and goldenrod yellow in September school colors play the field _______________ More dVerse Open Link poetry HERE.