1. When in a funk, should a writer wait for inspiration or write about the size, shape and color of the writer’s block? 2. The best a poet can hope for is to speak broken poetry because poetry is a pre-verbal language. 3. My newspaper writing: On the front page today, in the woodpile tomorrow. […]
Wordless Wednesday
A petal A giggle A delicate drop of dew A flutter Wild wonder Honey hushed Sweetness suffused ______Our World Tuesday / Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Morgan Wade is a young singer songwriter who grew up in Floyd. I met her at Oddfella’s Tapas bar last week and liked her spunk. So, I made a point to check her out when I learned she was opening for the Riverband Ramblers at Dogtown Roadhouse last night. I was in for a surprise. […]
To Go Out or Not Go Out The Memory of a Heat Wave ________Shadow Shot Sunday
1. Somebody posted an article on Facebook last week about how hoppy beers are ruining the craft beer reputation. As someone that likes IPA, I commented “the hoppier the beer the happier I am.” 2. And not being able to leave well enough alone, I added: “The more bitter the better.” 3. We get PBS […]
Winter Wizened Family Tree Future Flowers Elder Beauty Our World Tuesday_/_Wordless Wednesday
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JHZbVT3Rh-4 Our World Tuesday /
The closing number at January’s Floyd Radio at the Floyd Country Store posed the question, ‘what will the next big hit be?’ The answer came full circle and provided some good laughs. Here’s one of the featured performers, ballad singer Sheila Kay Adams cracking the audience up with an old song. – Look for […]
~ The following 2014 review was done by excerpting the first line or few in one post from each month last year. You can click on the name of the month for a full accounting. January – What happens to the poem after the climax? When you have to re-create the romance? When you have to […]
Joe hasn’t changed much since we first started dancing to this band in 1987 at South Main Cafe in Blacksburg when he was 25! It’s our KIND of get down hoedown! And dancing at the Pine Tavern, which was our only local dance venue for many years, was like old home week. My friend […]
