Letters catch in our throats Our pens stitch them down in a crazy quilt flat linen language we sew a fallen hem From a spell of spinning syllables a wild woolen tangle is pinned down printed and pressed Our oral tradition is like an endangered songbird crowded out by the starling chatter And we are […]
The following was published in the Floyd Press on May 15, 2008 We all work together with a giggle and a grin. With a wiggle and a giggle and a google and a goggle and a jigger and a jagger and a giggle and a grin. ~ Woody Guthrie It was a jamboree of a […]
1. Printer’s ink is to a writer what gas is to a trucker. And it costs almost as much. 2. If you wake up and get on the computer too early, your typing might look like this: Mpr of ujt uo,t hpy d;; jpg ,tm up bp,t up ujtog dog ph ujt bpimuiy/ 3. Ever […]
While at the high school this past Sunday taking photos of the graduation for the local paper, I found my friend Crystal in the crowd of celebrating graduates. Crystal is the daughter of a family who works for the same agency I did, providing foster care for adults with disabilities. We used to dance together […]
We hung the hammock. The end. Post notes: We actually eventually got out of the hammock to visit with a neighbor who was home from college and had dropped by. Later, we talked insurance with a salesman at the porch picnic table and picked greens from the garden for lunch. Joe shoveled manure and made […]
Back in the day, the Pine Tavern was a second home to many of us, especially on Sunday night for the Open Mic. It was a weekly meeting place for the alter-native community to socialize, unwind, and dance. The Pine Tavern closed and when it re-opened under new ownership the Open Mic didn’t return. Recently […]
1. Double Take 2. Triple Threat 3. Double Trouble 4. One for the Fun House of it
It was like a scene out of Tom Wolfe’s book The Electric Koolaid Acid Test, like the filming of a Merry Prankster adventure. It was a “Vision Quest,” in the form of a film by local artist Starroot, premiered at the June Bug Center’s Black Box Theater last night. Filmed and directed by Cameron […]
1. I find myself going to my own blog just to look at photos of my new grandson. 2. While in the hospital visiting my son, daughter-in-law, and their new baby, I saw an old clip on the hospital TV of Anita Bryant getting hit in the face with a pie. When I got home, […]
A muse infused pot full of tea must be why Buddha is smiling
My birthday this year was like a Grand Trine alignment. That’s when three planets converge into a triangular configuration and, according to the principles of astrology, usher in an expansion of creativity, optimism, and good energy. In my recent life orbit, the Grand Trine time started with the celebration of Mother’s Day. Three days later, […]
Contrary to Tom Ryan’s Floyd Enquirer report of a full contact mud wrestling poetry slam for the title of High Priestess of Poetry, there was no mud, or even mud pies, at May’s Spoken Word night at the Café Del Sol. There wasn’t even any chocolate cake, which might have been expected considering that it […]
