1. Haiku is the bonsai of poetry. 2. If coffee was music it would be salsa and tea would be a flute. 3. I have a friend name Phil who plays the harmonica. I want to take a picture of him playing so I can name it the “Philharmonic.” 4. I recently joked to my [...]
1. Upscale 2. Just my type 3. Posers 4. Still for butts Photos: 1. When the scale hits 120 I jump up and down, not because I’m happy but because I need to burn some calories. 2. The old typewriter donated by a retired Bank of Floyd worker for the Hotel Floyd Writer’s Room spent [...]
I’m pretty sure Jesus is a morning person that he wakes up in a good mood He denies he ever spoke personally to George Bush Maybe he spoke to Bob Dylan Jesus wears a bathrobe and reads the obituaries He has a long braid like Willie Nelson’s He drinks his tea black leaves the cap [...]
The following is by no means an exclusive list of my loves and hates, just the ones that came to me in the moment, after Deana passed on the following meme questions to me. I love to eat: My farm fresh egg man Ed is number one on my speed dial, so that should tell [...]
Your thoughts and words are powerful … they think we’re disposable … well both my thumbs opposable …are spelled out on a double word and triple letter score … ~ Kimya Dawson Warming up for a game with my poet friend, Mara, I put the Scrabble box by the woodstove after it sat in the [...]
Steam rises like breath from a talkative kettle Water pours like conversation into a quiet cup Note: The photo is called “Self portrait in tea” and was taken at my sister Sherry’s house in Massachusetts this past summer.
1. Overnight my hair reaches critical mass and I can’t go another day without a haircut. 2. Sometimes I find myself in front of the computer and I don’t know how I got here. 3. People like me who regularly burn food need a whistle on ever pot and pan in the house like the [...]
“My edge is dull.” That’s it. It comes to me and I say it out loud. After an intense period of writing back-to-back and with nothing new now to sink my teeth into, I’m in between projects, avoiding unpleasant chores and any all-consuming activity. But shouldn’t I clean up the boxes of Christmas stuff still [...]
The following was published in the Roanoke Times on March 17, 2008, which can be viewed HERE. One of Ellen DeGeneres’s recent talk show guests was a young girl who raised a large sum of money selling bracelets to benefit autism treatment. She was motivated by the fact that her brother is autistic. At one [...]
~ Third Saturday Spoken Word at the Café Del Sol 7-9 I wore my purple poet’s beret. Mara’s was black. Everyone else was hatless, even though the night was frigid, and a few flurries earlier in the day threatened to cancel our open mic. I’m so gullible. I tend to believe everything the poets say. [...]
1. Barring bad weather 2. Snowy white beard 3. The cold shoulder 4. Dog in need of a sled 5. Escape Post notes: All of the photos above were taken on the morning of 1/17/08 after waking up to our first photo worthy winter snowfall. HERE is a previously posted poem to accompany them, which [...]
The following was published in the January 17, 2008 issue of The Floyd Press and also appears online HERE. About fifteen knitters showed up to have their knitting questions answered by Margaret Radcliffe at the Jessie Peterman Library this past Sunday afternoon. Radcliffe, a Blacksburg resident who has been knitting for forty-five years, is the [...]
1. We didn’t wear tie dye in the 60’s. Paisley, Nehru jackets, Mexican ponchos, bell bottoms, beads, big floppy hats, and batik prints, yes; but not tie dye. 2. Although no one I knew ever said “groovy,” we did say “Wow” a lot. We said bummed out, ripped off, screwed up, and wiped out. We [...]
I don’t go to the graveyard to feel the spirits of my loved ones. I dance. Through sustained dance I can forget my self. And if I dance long enough I sometimes come up against the veil between worlds. Sometimes I dance myself scared. I like to turn up the music and dance in the [...]
A milky way of dust makes morning constellations on a nebula of light beaming through my bedroom window Like thousands of parachutes abandoning ship they spin down in torrential orbits landing on dressers the bookcase and chair setting up colonies to plague me ~ Colleen Redman
1. Alignment 2. Angle 3. Cross reference 4. Behind bars 5. Checkered past 6. Split personality These days, I’ve been drawn to the late afternoon shadows looming long in the low winter sun. The above photos were taken within an hour of each other late Sunday afternoon. # 2 was the first one I shot, [...]
1. After my first marriage broke up, I rented a big house on Route 8 in Floyd and took in a few roommates. During this time, a very nice guy came knocking at the door one day to see me. But the attention made me feel awkward. Guy: Do you want to go out to [...]
AKA: Ahh…A Day at the Spa The Following appeared in the regional newspaper insert “All About Her” in October. Although I sent the editor more than six photos to go with the piece, she chose only this one, assuring that my foot would be viewed by readers from all over South West Virginia. Most young [...]
