1. The worst part of being dressed up as a Blues Brother for Halloween and wearing a buttoned-up shirt and tie is that my bra strap slipped off my shoulder while dancing at a party and I couldn’t find a way in to put it back. Pictures HERE. 2. This week I attended the Radford [...]
Are poems like autumn leaves forgotten after they fall? Do we only pay attention to the bright red maple and ignore the buried brown? Do we pile them up to burn? How long before they yellow? Is no word immortal? Are they fleeting as thoughts? Transparent as ghosts? What do poems do in the afterlife?
And I elect Bryce as the cutest dragon boy. The photo was taken by Bryce’s Aunt Darla and posted to her Facebook, where I clipped it. Watch Bryce walk upside down HERE.
My empty white tea bowl on a white paper saucer held so much potential that I found myself smiling. It seemed to smile back like a happy full moon with a secret. After the swirling tea was poured and my bowl was filled, I gazed into the steamy pool like a clairvoyant. With a meditation [...]
I saw a couple of cowgirl trick-or-treaters and rows of lit up jack-o-lanterns bobbing up and down the streets of Floyd on my drive through town last night. It was a misty dusk and I was on my way to The Pine Tavern Pavilion for their annual Halloween party featuring the music of The Kind. [...]
