The three Floyd artists showing at Benji Obsborne’s 16 Hands Studio Tour site are visiting-artist Shanti Yard, a woodturner and 16 Hands members Benjie Osborne, a woodworker, and my son Josh Copus, a ceramics artist. Shanti was impressed that our grandson Liam knew the gemstones inlaid in his wood pieces. He learned them from playing […]
It was the second Thanksgiving meal in the past couple of days. Amy suggested a chicken since dinner attendance would be small this year, but I agreed to roast a turkey (for the first time in over 30 years) because I wanted the gravy. Everything tastes better with gravy! So, the gravy came out great, […]
1. I recently read Joe a bedtime poem. It was a new poem, ironically titled “When Sleep Plays Hard to Get,” which Joe doesn’t have a problem with. “That’s brilliant,” he said when I was done. I read him a second new poem, and when I finished, he was silent. Or was he just speechless? […]
The cows loud protest is punctuated by crows in a two-sided duel of complaint The birds hold their song in the noisy unrest where the sun’s steady shine is the one saving grace ___________Colleen Redman / dVerse Poets Pub
How lucky can I get? After years of not having a family member who likes to play Scrabble, my grandson Bryce (11) suddenly can play and wants to. His younger brother soon joined us, and we came up with a reasonable handicap for me, since I’ve been playing more than 40 years longer than them. […]
From a promising first impression to a string of false starts It’s always a blind date when sleep plays hard to get When sleep is a flirt that won’t commit I toss and turn and think too much I watch the clock for a second chance that elusive slumber that everyone wants Until morning comes […]
1. I was thinking about getting my daughter-in-law a birdhouse for Christmas but then I remembered she had three cats. 2. I once started a collage series of self-portrait photographs where I cut out a space between the top of my head and a hat, maybe as a way to put image to my fragile […]
The last few weeks of my brother’s lives played out like the conclusion of a dramatic Hollywood script, a plot with a twist. The road trip they took, two weeks before the first death, became the beginning of a larger journey, the one in which they would both leave this world. I have decided to […]
More Alien Sightings HERE. /Our World Tuesday
I heard your words pulled then sprung like water from the ground An undeniable stream of consciousness that can change everything in an instant You said, “I’m right here I’m not going anywhere I’ve been here for thirty years in case you haven’t noticed” I laughed out loud like a baby cries when it’s born […]
-The following story was published in the November 7, 2019 issue of The Floyd Press. There is no finish line and it isn’t a race. Tour de Dirt is a dirt road bicycle tour that starts and finishes at Chantilly Farm and takes cyclists through some of the most picturesque back roads of Floyd County. […]
1. My poem “Predator Politics” was published a few weeks ago at Wine Drunk Sidewalk: Shipwrecked in Trumpland HERE, a week before that my poem Nightly News Prison Break was published on the same site. 2. Last week on election day, I saw a man with a hat that read “Deplorable,” which made me want […]
