The monthly Café Del Sol Spoken Word schedule got changed and the announcement never made it into the Floyd Press. Even so, on the merit of The Museletter (our community newsletter), word-of-mouth, and one flyer hanging on the café door, June’s event on Saturday night ended up being well attended. But a certain someone who […]
~ The following was published in the Floyd Press on 7/3/08 “Not bad for someone with a bad ankle,” I said to my friend Ed, referring to the fact that I had danced for two hours to Laura Reed and Deep Pocket, in spite of a recent injury. The Asheville-based band played to an enthusiastic […]
1. Begin at the beginning, and go on till you come to the end: then stop. 2. “I beg your pardon?” said Alice. “It isn’t respectable to beg,” said the King. 3. “I am real!” said Alice, and began to cry. “You won’t make yourself a bit realler by crying,” Tweedledee remarked: “there’s nothing to […]
1. Hung-over with fun from the wedding on Saturday, I dragged myself to a Woman’s Clothing Exchange the next day. Over a dozen women came and dumped piles of clothes all over my friend Penny’s living room for a real Filenes’s Basement experience. I didn’t have the energy to organize a fashion show shot of […]
I’ve recently been involved in a self-study of Billy Collins. Here are some of his comments and advice on writing poetry that resonate most with me, collected from interviews found online: ~ Poetry is the most ancient form of human expression, and it forms the only true history of human emotion. ~ Part […]
Folding little tea poems Origami notes Petals of the Orient Light enough to float
After the ceremony and before the reception people made prayer flags for Nick and Johanna. Some went swimming in the pond or sat on the bank sipping lemonade like they were at Ricky Nelson’s Garden Party. Juniper passed out chocolate chip cookies. Eli massaged my recently injured ankle. Dogs chased sticks and an unattended piano […]
Environmental Organizers, Scientific Researchers, Ultimate Frisbee Champions, Flower Girls, and Flower Children all came together on Saturday to celebrate the marriage of Johanna and Nick at Floyd’s High Flowing Farm. They came from Germany, Massachusetts, Maryland, and California. A Richard Brautigan poem was read and opera was sung. In the sunshine, under a wide sky, […]
Some difficulty is warranted and other difficulty I think is gratuitous. And I think I can tell the difference. ~ Billy Collins I don’t like a lot of poetry, even though I started writing it in my bedroom as a teenager, and even though when I do enjoy it, it can take my breath […]
1. At the beach Joe said to me, “I’m so glad you introduced me to naps, baths, and beaches.” Yeah, that about sums me up. 2. I didn’t think of my father, who died in 2005, very much on Father’s Day. But the next morning, upon waking and while still in-between the dream world and […]
I felt the need for some mountain green scenes. This one, just up the road from our The Blue Ridge Parkway driveway, was taken during the greening of May. It’s still easy to get farm fresh eggs here in the mountains. This sign is for the family-run Sweet Providence Farm, which I recently passed on […]
In 1969 I was wearing a black floppy hat while riding the subway from Boston when a little boy pointed at me and asked his mother, “Is that a hippie?” By the time “the 60’s” hit Boston it was 1969. The term “hippie” was already un-hip by east coast counter-culture standards, and too many in […]
