The Afterglow
From an undressed flush of morning sky the moon’s half slip hangs without regret in a pastel shade of blushing sunrise _________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United
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Archive for June, 2020
Where Else but Floyd? The Poetic Duet
Where else but in Floyd can you learn from an old-timer how to forage ginseng one day and then meet Wavy Gravy – the Woodstock clown with an ice-cream flavor named after him – in town for FloydFest the next? Where Else But Floyd is the name of my 30+ year poetry and essay-excerpted retrospective […]
13: Green Light
1. “To be human is to become visible while carrying what is hidden as a gift to others.” David Whyte 2. Our collective knees are bruised / from the wear of prayer and protest / Sometimes we are called to stand / to shake off the onslaught of insult to injury / Sometimes we are […]
The Yardbirds
I’m pretty sure if I had my car parked in the yard, Mrs. Robin would try be a hood ornament. She poses all over the yard as if she was auditioning for the job. She does have something to preen proudly about. This is Mrs. Wren. Every time the birdfeeder gets near empty, she starts […]
Doggone Poetry
-The following was written by the Little River Poetry Festival co-founder Jack Callan and first appeared in The Floyd Press on June 4, 2020. The Festival will take place June 12-14, 2020 at On the Water in Floyd. What if you were out with your dog an’ it run off with no, “May I go?”, […]
Right
Injustice is a pig pile bearing down on our backs a suffocating weight that tests the limits of what we can take Our collective knees are bruised from the wear of prayer and protest Sometimes we are called to stand to shake off the onslaught of insult to injury to drown out false power with […]
13: Boom
1. Birdfeeder Drama: There’s a little wren making a nest in our bird feeder. She carries twigs and stuffs them in the holes meant for feeding. She chases the other birds away, even the big cowbirds. 2. Trump’s tweets are an insult to the birds. 3. Or as my Facebook friend Mark recently said: All […]
You Tarzan, Me Jane
To the sound of Tarzan yell… _______Wordless Wednesday
Invaded by Cicadas
It’s like watching a birth. Cicada nymphs crawled out of the ground this week after 17 years. There were so many of them that they looked like a clone army climbing up trees. Once settled, their backs split open and they slipped out of their old bodies, reminding me of the old movie, The Invasion […]
