AKA: Day at the Café 1. Read her lips 2. Game boys 3. It’s not rocket science or arm wrestling 4. And the winner is … Post notes: All the above photos were taken at the Café Del Sol last week where Mara and I played Scrabble. To read more about how we dabble in […]
1. Well, you must tell me, baby … How your head feels under somethin’ like that … Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat … Well, you look so pretty in it … Honey, can I jump on it sometime? … Yes, I just wanna see … If it’s really that expensive kind … You […]
Watching Joe get ready to leave the house: “You’re getting ready to go into the phone booth and change into your Super Hero suit, aren’t you?” I said to my husband who volunteer teaches teen meditation retreats, headed up parking at Floyd Fest this year, helped to start a local oral history program for teens, […]
Waking up the Monday after Thanksgiving, the first thing I see is a foggy grey scene out my window. There are no leaves left on the trees. I remember that December’s Museletter is still spread out on my kitchen table and the scraps of paper from cutting and pasting it are still all over the […]
The following was written as a spoken word poem in November, 2002, before the US invaded Iraq. It was an emotional and cathartic outpouring of expression which took place over course of a three day solo retreat in a cabin at Fairystone Park in Stuart, Virginia. Later, it was read at several Peace Rallies, open […]
My favorite part of the Floyd Country Store, home of the famous Friday Night Jamboree, is the seating. When the store reopened this past summer, after a renovation that allowed for more room, the lightweight plastic and folding chairs covered with colorful cushions and crocheted seat pads got my attention. The jamboree crowd has always […]
1. Anna’s shoes 2. Enough for an Army 3. Reggie gets a blaze orange bow 4. The line for food forms here 5. Or here We spent Thanksgiving the same way we have for the past twenty one years, at Zephyr, a neighborhood farm community. My friend Katherine was the hostess with the mostest this […]
1. I used to keep a journal just for writing what I was thankful for. This is an entry written on the fall Equinox of 1998: I looked at the trees upside down. I looked at a horse close-up. I saw the moon misshapen, jumped on the trampoline, and watched a star bounce in and […]
“Did you find one you like?” I asked Phil, father of our youngest spoken word reader, Mars. “No, I’m just reading the funny papers,” he answered as he held up one with a fish on it that said ‘don’t give me that carp.’ Chelsea, a retired Radford University Professor who has recently authored a chapbook […]
It was a final Farewell Memorial for Elliot, the poet and one of the founding members of the Floyd Writer’s Circle who passed away in November two years ago. The tribute was expressed through spontaneous performance art involving his T-shirt collection. I was having a conversation with my friend Kathleen’s fiancé, Wayne, about The Epic […]
A group of investors purchased an abandoned building in downtown Floyd because they didn’t want to see a McDonalds there, Woody Crenshaw, one of the investors told the crowd at the ribbon cutting ceremony this past Saturday morning. What was most recently Farmers Food Grocery Store has been renovated into “The Village Green,” a timber-framed […]
My pocketbook is not a purse. Where I come from a purse is a small handbag that you take to a formal event, like a prom. A pocketbook is more substantial. And mine says something about my personality as a survivalist with security issues who likes to be prepared because I never know if I […]
