AKA: Come to Spout or Hear Others Out. Our monthly spoken word open mic, hosted at the Café del Sol, is spearheaded by the Writers’ Circle I belong to. The idea is to promote the spoken word and create a local forum for all voices. Kathleen, a founding member of our Writers’ Circle, makes up […]
And I am stuffed with facts…overweight with the nightly news…Poetry is the bell …that saves me from being…all-consumed ~ From “Political Prose is Hard Labor” ~ by Colleen Sharing a beer with my girlfriend, Jayn, at Over the Moon Café, a mutual friend approached us to compliment Jayn on a poem she had written, which […]
Two summers ago A’Court Bason (the artist, musician, and recluse who I wrote about here) was in our neighborhood performing an impromptu outdoor concert for the Zephyr Farm community. We gathered around on my friend Jayn’s front porch listening to A’Court play until the stars came out. As far as I know, he hasn’t been […]
The following is the uncut version of an essay I wrote about my mother that aired on WVTF Public Radio on Friday. For some behind-the-scenes details on the writing of and recording of it, see Things That Make Me Need Extra Deodorant. You can go to the WVTF webpage to hear me reading. Last December […]
Alina’s in the market for a new laptop. She perused the table full of them at our recent Blogger meet-up, asking pertinent questions about their performance and convenience, before settling down to take mine for a test run. Behind her, Fred was signing some of his newly published books, Slow Road Home, for Rigel. Rigel […]
1. If all of us bloggers met in room, would we recognize each other? 2. Sometimes I feel like a waitress. After serving up my post for the day, I wait for the comments the way a waitress waits for tips. 3. I wait for seeds to come up the same way. Last week I […]
Colleen at play. Colleen at work. Most Days I Can’t Tell the Difference. ——————————————— The downside of Floyd country living here. The upside of Floyd country living here. ——————————————— Post Note: Area bloggers and would-be bloggers are meeting tomorrow, May 11th at 11 a.m., at the Café Del Sol. For more information, go here.
The steep switch-backed descent from Bent Mountain into Roanoke is enough to make a person queasy. I could hear the watch on my wrist ticking as I drove down it on my way to the WVTF Public Radio station to record my latest essay. Resisting the urge to distract myself, I did not turn on […]
Even though Mara can beat me at Scrabble about as often as I can beat her, I offered to let her win, seeing as it was her birthday, but she would have no part of it. As it turned out, she could have used some concessions. She was doomed from the start…because of the letter […]
My poet friend, Mara, gets serenaded with an impromptu poem written and read by a woman who happened to be in the Café del Sol Wednesday when we were celebrating Mara’s birthday with a Scrabble game party. I just have one question for Mara: Do the green frogs on your t-shirt glow in the dark? […]
In the spring of 2000 when my Asheville potter son, Josh was 20 years old, he came across an old journal he had kept when he was 16. “Everything in it was silly. I hated it,” he said, in answer to the question I posed ‘when did you start journal collaging and why?’ “I wondered […]
1. Now that cell phones are popular, I don’t even have to try to hide the fact that I talk to myself in the car while I’m driving. I just pretend I’m on the phone. 2. When my house gets messy it’s not a sign of a poor work ethic as much as a result […]
