Leave it to a poet to have his last words upon leaving this world be: “My ride showed up.” – John Trudell February 15, 1946 – December 8, 2015 There’s an urge to contract that brings waves of panic the kind my sister had when she started chemo for the cancer she knew would likely […]
-The following is an article written by Judith Stevens, co-founder of the Floyd Little River Poetry Festival (June 12 – 14), with an addition that addresses the coronavirus. The story is featured in the Floyd Virginia Magazine on news stands around Floyd now. For the fifth consecutive year, Daniel Sowers, owner of “On the Water […]
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 […]
1. We’ve all been doing a lot of hanging out, and hopefully it’s not all on google hangout. 2. I don’t understand the word virtual. It’s like a double negative. Is it real or almost real? The dictionary describes the meaning like this: almost, but not exactly or in every way. 3. A soundtrack of birdsong / […]
___________Wordless Wednesday
I’ve always loved fairy tales, and the one I identify with most is Hansel and Gretel because I’m always leaving breadcrumbs to mark my way. Today the garden was mud and I took a walk in the woods and wondered if I’d see a bear. Funny how Hansel and Gretel was published by the Grimm […]
Last year we enjoyed a spectacular Tulip Tour at VA Tech’s Hahn Horticulture Garden in Blacksburg. That was in April, now it’s May. I wasn’t sure what May flowers we’d see at the garden, but I knew there would be some Iris. And there was! We also saw columbine, in purple! And don’t forget the […]
– A Tibetan term for an “intermediate state,” either in the afterlife or in this life when something interrupts our normal sense of certainty and our old sense of reality isn’t available to us. – Pema Khandro Rinpoche We dissolve like salt overwhelmed by water fade like a photograph overexposed by air Every death is […]
-The following first appeared in The Floyd Press on May 14, 2020. The Floyd Farmers Market at the Community Pavilion opened for the season on May 2nd from 9 – 1 pm. Opening on schedule as an essential service, market organizers made several adjustments for keeping vendors and patrons safe during the COVID-19 pandemic. Following […]
1. I keep wanting to say “my sunshine” when I look at the above picture. 2. I made the sign for a family birthday montage for my brother-in-law Ozzie who turned 77. I kept wanting to say ‘sunset strip” after the sign that someone else held that said 77. 3. The only thing on my […]
My grandson Bryce and I share birthdays, three days apart in May. We celebrated with a camp-out on the Little River. We cooked our lunch on the camper stove and made ourselves at home. It was a first kayaking experience for some of us. (Thanks to Daniel at On the Water Outfitters). By the end […]
I finally got to see Tom Petty in concert. It was a couch tour, and, in our case, a bedroom concert. It was also my birthday. Not seeing Petty in concert was a bucket-list-missed and having this remote concert experience was a completed gestalt. When he died in 2017, I was regretful that I had […]
