The days are small packed tightly together not much room for last minute changes I don’t like cruises I’ve never been on one I don’t like to gamble or get my hopes up about an afterlife or God I fear the waiting room where people cough and no one talks and there is no proof [...]
January trees bloom icy white snowflakes Twinkling petals of starlight drift down Draping the ground in a misty bridal veil Pronouncing the promise of winter’s formal vow ______________________ Colleen Redman Shadow Shot Sunday
We got some baklava in our mailbox, homemade by our neighbor. I cooked the venison tenderloin that Joe hunted, while he and a friend were building a winterized coop for our chickens. Later, I baked cookies – the kind made with butter and with raspberry jam in the center – while listening to a Michael [...]
We made it through the longest night of the year with a dusting of snow and a gusting wind that seemed to mirror the recent upheaval of violence in nature and culture. We marked the passage of the winter solstice with feasting and dancing with friends around the warm hearth of community. According to the [...]
1. My day was made on Monday when I heard Johnny Cash sing I Won’t Back Down on Pandora. 2. Then I told my new iphone lady, Suri, to “play Bob Dylan: Baby, Let Me Follow You Down,” and she did!” 3. I was mildly mortified (an oxymoron?) that I misspelled Seussified in the newspaper [...]
An empty boat A broken heart A sky to get lost in
Out of a sense of helplessness after the mass shooting of little children in Connecticut, I posted some links and quotes about gun control on my Facebook wall. I was surprised at how easily I got sucked into the polarizing dialogue about gun control and how often I saw the line “guns don’t kill people, [...]
It wasn’t your typical interview. Nothing with A’Court ever is. It wasn’t really an interview at all, but I did sit down with him after the meet-the-artist traffic slowed down. I asked about the apostrophe in his first name and the thought behind wearing tiger ears to the opening. He didn’t want to take himself [...]
Shadow Shot Sunday
~ The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on December 13, 2012 with a larger spread of photos and captions. The Young Actors Co-op (YAC) performed A Christmas Carol with a twist at the June Bug Center’s Black Box Theater over the weekend. It was done in rhyme, Dr. Seuss style, by the youngest [...]
1. Recently seen on Facebook: Bad kids get coal. Good kids get solar panels. 2. The funniest thing my four-year old grandson Bryce said to me this week happened when I was writing in a sketch pad. He looked at what I was doing and asked, matter-of-factly: “What’s that, Chinese writing?” I laughed and told [...]
My photo of Santa at the Christmas parade made the front page. Wordless Wednesday
A snowflake of moon drifting in December Makes a snowy ball by Christmas to roll across the sky _____________________ dVerse Poet’s Pub
These grinchy green Seuss style snacks are teasers to the photos and story I plan to post later in the week of the Young Actors Co-op new play: A Seussified Christmas Carol. I resisted eating one of these. See some video clips of the production below. The last one is my favorite. Look for more [...]
Speaking of dance, there were skirts for sale at the door, a $5 cover, a couple of new horns added to the band. I and my fellow dancers, ready for our sport at the dance floor starting line, began swaying to the sound of Richie Ursomarso’s guitar going off. If you look closely you can [...]
The following first appeared in The Floyd Press. “1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1-2-3” Katie Wells called out to her improvisation dance students at Dogtown’s Sun Hall on a recent Tuesday evening. It was the third class in an eight-week series, open to drop-ins and lovers of dance at all levels of experience. Under the direction of Wells, [...]
1. At my son Josh’s recent 16 Hands home pottery studio tour, I met a pottery collector named Potter. 2. I found out his name when I asked him if he was a potter and he answered with the riddle, “Ever since I was born.” 3. Another 16 Hands conversation went like this: Josh: I’m [...]
Wordless Wednesday
