Harvested ripe red garden peppers and prepared to roast them under the oven broiler before freezing them in olive oil as per the recipe told to me by my friend Kathleen. Tried to lift a humungous pumpkin that Joe carried over from the garden off the porch picnic table, but it was too heavy. Boiled […]
1. Will Planet X collide with earth and tip it on its axis? After watching 60 Minutes last week and seeing the rate that the Antarctic icebergs are melting, I’m more worried about the reality of that than a bump from a possible planet knocking us out of existence. 2. Was THIS John Lennon’s idea […]
These days Floyd reads like a fairytale. In this storybook one traffic light town I live in, we buy food at the Harvest Moon, hear music at the Winter Sun, eat lunch Over the Moon, and see the latest in local art Under the Sun. Last week I met an artist named Jennifer Spoon at […]
AKA: Our Dog Days are Numbered Green August ages into rust Days shrink and summer’s wilt crackles Burdock burrs fatten and threaten to cling Fireflies like porch lights shut off Vines strangle beans and pumpkins escape from the smother of leaves now shriveled Pedicured toenails have outgrown pink polish Tall faded sunflowers hunch over Woodpeckers […]
The following are photos from the Community Temple Kiln Building. For more photos and narrative, scroll down to the next post or go HERE. 1. An inside job 2. Josh and Karl pondering the plans 3. Checking on the progress 4. The law of attraction 5. The mud that holds it all together 6. Noah’s […]
AKA: Potters who aren’t named Harry It’s been nearly three months since my husband, Joe, and I went to the kiln roof-raising at my Asehville Potter son’s place, where Joe joined the work crew and I cooked for them. Joe’s been back to help a second time. So has our friend Karl, who snapped this […]
It’s a fairy godmother’s moon that glitters at midnight A glass slipper of light from the day’s dizzy spell It’s a perfect fit in a palace of darkness in a happily ever after end to the day Note: I’ve been too long at the ball, for the moon has grown nearly full.
1. Sometimes reading seems like too much input, like taking in second hand information when I could be having original thoughts. 2. By the time I was eleven I was coveting Dear Abby’s job and reading Erma Bombeck while thinking, “hmmm, you can make money doing that?” 3. I felt similar about the Dick Van […]
1. Wild Tiger Lily 2. Mullein army 3. Parkway purple 4. Don’t spare the goldenrod Post notes: All of the above flowers grow wild on the Blue Ridge Parkway and can be found within walking distance of my house. The ironweed and goldenrod are prolific now. The lilies are native but rare, which is why […]
It ain’t the heart, or the lungs, or the brain. The biggest, most important part of the body is the one that hurts. – poet, Sekou Sundiata It takes energy to hold a sharp focus on the memory of a loved one who has died. It’s like holding an arm wrestling position; after a while […]
After nearly three years of co-hosting a Spoken Word Open Mic with the Café Del Sol on the third Saturday of every month, local writers were stood up. This past third Saturday when we arrived at the café, it was locked. Poets began to gather on the sidewalk. Questions were asked. Cell phones were used. […]
The only physical thing I have left from my childhood, other than photographs, is a pink ponytail diary with the lock broken off. Everything else was left in my closet and burned to the ground with the rest of our house when it was taken by the town through eminent domain. I was ten years […]
